the lastsplash

Winter comes for a season to purge your soul with the change of the seasons I spin out of control Where can I find you when you're not even there no where to find you Innocent eyes are blinded when the candle dies Put your arms around him there'll be no sleep tonight How can I help you when you're so far away no way to help you should I pray Don't cry, wipe the tears from your eyes don't cry, sleep with the souls tonight There's no where to run, no where to hide fear is a monster, no end in sight no screaming, silent screaming tonight close your eyes, dream tonight, close your eyes and pray. - Naked/Skin Deep

I wonder what's the big gap between his legs for. My advice is, don't open your legs too wide when you sit in the train. The commuter beside you will certainly feel quite uncomfortable (I'm very sure of that). And, shaking them only makes it worse. =P

No, make it twenty. He was standing. Me, sitting. He held his newspapers, parallel to the floor, ten centimetres away from my face. What a way to read his interesting Digital Life in a crowded train! It struck fear in me - fear of getting paper cuts in my face. lol. I know thats abit exaggerating and ridiculous. But really, it kinda irks me. I think I'm just petty. hah hah. Am I branded the Complain-King behind my back? heh heh.

" Remember, you are not the only compatible woman in his life. Not until you change and compromise along the way can you become his most compatible. You were chosen and married to him only because you met him earlier. Only benevolence and magnanimity will allow you to keep your man to your last days. " The words of a woman whose husband betrayed her. I agree with Mrs Lam, who wrote to Today in response to the letter, "Stay away from my husband, you hear!" (Aug 19). The chosen one. Don't all lovers deeply in love think that he/she is the one of their life? But what happens when he/she leaves us? Is that the end? Wasn't he/she the one? The only one? Will we never find love? I believe in a lifetime, there are countless people who will cross our path. A few of them will be those who we are more comfortable with, who we feel are special, and make us feel special. And when both hand comes together, they clap. Perhaps that special feeling is known as Love to many.

Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars. And then, there are the Men from Mars AND Venus - SNAG (no lah , the Taurus Men). The SNAG. Guys determined to be gal's best friend by keeping in touch with his sensitive side. Unfortunately, there is always two sides to a coin. Where is the thin line between "being sensitive to his feelings" and "being over sensitive"? Ironic. I don't think there is an easy way to identify this line. Perhaps, the key is in understanding women, but not becoming one emotiontionally. Cuz most men have a big flaw, their big gap (not exactly a gift). It is a disasterous combination. Throw in the modern day virtual communication tools, the sms, instant messengers, emails, that is the recipe for the deadly mix. It does not take a rocket scientist to discover that SNAGs are fast becoming less popular among women. The product of such mix is man with moodswing. Let me tell you, moodswings are killers of lives. Sometimes bringing everything

The familiar of cabaury chocolate struck my nose when I stepped out of the train cabin. I was back at Boon Lay and the chocolate factory was opened today. Not too long ago, I was doing this every Sunday night. The bus ride was like a stroll through memory lane (I know it sounds so cliche right?). I saw my old rooms, people wearing berms n slippers walking around campus (probably just got back from dinner), hardworking students waiting for their bus home only after the moon was high up in the sky. And when I reached my destination, the smell of hall, or was it the smell of hall life? Probably it was a mix of both. I was back in NTU tonight to celebrate the birthday of a very good good friend who I have not seen in months. In the presence of the familiar yellow cupboards, wooden desks, ceiling fans and lights, we sang the birthday song and cut the cake. It was an advanced celebration for the birthday girl, I think it was her first this year! The actual day is next Wednesday. Maybe she

She woke up at 7am to prepare. After several hours of entangling with the sticky rice, and the other ingredients, and four hours late, Viola! It was done! 爱心 Sushi from my girlfriend! Yeah, I am touched she woke up so early and spent so much time preparing. And my expression after the first bite? Imagine scenes from the Japan Hour show.... ooooooohhhhhh.....OYISHIIIIIIII.... suuuuuugoooih! lol. Still got room for improvement, but still its the effort and thoughts that make the sushi so tasty! YUM YUM! I'll go polish up my pasta-cooking skills when I'm free, perhaps learn to make lagsana as well? I think I'm so lucky to have a woman cooking for me, no matter if its just sandwiches, sushi, 3-course meals, or even delicacies! That includes cooking from my dearest mummy as well! Nothing beats the home-cooked food! Thanks!

Sometimes its nice to be subtle, to imply, to hint. With bits a pieces of information, which all seem nonsensical, but when you gather them together, you see the real picture. Sometimes, it is just not so nice at all. And in one extreme case, you'll be devastated, losing that lil' bit of dignity, adding a few hours of unhappiness into your life. Probably cuz, we all assume too much. I assume, he assume, she assume. Assuming that they'll get your hint, assuming the big picture before its all complete. As I reflect, I realise that, some people you have to be straight forward. Tell them clearly what you are driving at. While others, you should give subtle hints, leaving a path for the perfect exit... Don't ask me what happened or whats wrong. I hope to regain some ego, dignity and composure, forget bout it all, soon. An apology might help? *hint hint???* ... p.s. whats the big deal bout fireworks without the right place, moment, and company?

I am not dispensing an advice, neither am I bullshiting out a big theory. I am blogging this down here for myself. Thinking thru' it, making myself feel better as I type... I'm not sure whether talking about things/problems is always the right thing to do. I mean when you talk about it, things get clearer, problems are magnified. At the same time, emotions are also stirred up and reinforced. And that makes me quite unhappy. But the fact is, sometimes problems stay there when you don't do anything about it. After a period, you might think why do I have to remind myself about it again? But hey, the problem will continue to haunt you in some way until the day you take those skeletons out of your closet. So it might be good to just talk it out early. In life, most of the time, others are unable to solve the problems for us, they may try to console us, try to think of solutions, and even give you the so-call model answers. But we should feel the warmth, they care, they bother, t