We trespassed into the surreal kingdom of jellyfish, deep beneath the sea. There was no treasure chest with glimmering gold but the real treasure we took away was a wonderful unforgettable experience and the friendships made.

It was a lovely day in the end despite what happened in the morning. Went crocodile hunting with Tweety at Sungei Buloh and struck gold almost immediately upon our entry into the park. Gordon(if I remember correctly his name) a volunteer guide at the park had his telescope trained on the 2 metre long croc hidden among the mangrove roots. As we passed the main boardwalk, he overheard us talking about crocodiles and motioned us over. We would never have spotted it otherwise.We are so so so grateful. Thanks also to the very pretty Glenda who snapped the croc on her lumix 12x zoom and was kind enough to mail it to me.

A wild crocodile in Singapore. It is as if we had struck 4D.

Then in the evening, it was off to Gwen's chalet, which was really about friends meeting up and catching up. Henry was there too, we had our differences in the past on the trip and the chalet allowed us to renew our friendship, no hard feelings. There was food and booze and alot of fun.
I am sorry Gwen if I was in a bit of a bad mood today, Happy Tanjoobi anyhow. The pinata session at the end was hilarious!!! We should make it a birthday tradition.


And at the end I wished you were there. You would have fitted in perfectly.

The final straw. Some people cannot be depended on.

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Biennale at Tanglin Camp today with Valerie and her sis. Halfway through I started wishing you were here with me.

It's a glorious day, and my lonely heart is tired again. I am short for attention. Paula sparks and hints at a promise, if I wait long enough.

I don't look forward anymore. I take things as they come. I wake up in the morning and I try to recall........ what do I have today? Soccer game this sunday, Gwen's chalet on Sat, Diving next week, I am not excited about any of them, no sense of anticipation, none. It doesn't surprise me. The pages of the calender turn, the days arrive and I try to hit the ground running. Pray I don't crash.

Saw this in PostSecret. Poignant.

As research for my physics essay, I flipped through issues of New Scientist in the journals section and came upon some pretty mind boggling stuff. It seems, matter, that is, what you and I are composed of, is formed due to entanglements in space-time. In other words, we are made of entanglements in space time!

Going to the supermarket with my dad at Kallang Bahru at night, reminds me of when I was young. The coolness of an evening after the rain, perfect for reminiscing. The escalator slides down slowly, i see the kids gathering inside the LAN shop, a conduit to other worlds. During my time, we relied more on our imagination, or we went to the toy shop, or we played soccer with the malay boys at the basketball court. Another random thought came to my head. He obviously likes her, only she doesn't or she doesn't want to know. And if there may be a chance that she likes you, at least that is the feeling you get sometimes. What should you do? I can't be sure but the look on his face at certain junctures, do they reflect disappointment, jealousy? I don't know. It is not a nice feeling anyhow.

For all the rain and slippery streets,
I wish I could,
Just throw caution
Into the wind
And ride off
into the cold night
and maybe I would
be able
for awhile
to forget
how hard it is to reach you
and your frozen heart


but these are days of global warming
and I will hold out for someday

It is late. The street lamps are alight. I pull up at the junction. I rotate my neck to loosen the muscles. The bike beside me is a Honda NSR SP 150 cc. The rider is a bloke in office wear, long shirt and pants, black OGK helmet. The light changes, and just as I am about speed off, the rider of the SP calls out my name, and then I realise I know him. Hanyang. We were in school together,neighbours who used to take the same school bus. He moves off and I follow. We stop by the side of the road and start to talk and catch up on each other's lives. Somehow that made me feel really good. Straight out of a biker life story.

I sit in the library with my japanese textbook in front of me. The new pair of earphones block out all outside sound; the flipping of books, the soft hum from the airconditioner.

The music moves me. A tinge of regret. A longing for the past. I feel lonely in my own world of music. A song - the sort you can ride into the sunset to. I am waiting for someone to come along and captivate me, the way she did. She still does.

3am. Sleepless. I flip here and around. My mind is at its most lucid. I see the problem. I want to be good. Not to say that I have been evil or anything, but I know I can do better. I put things in perspective, examine my feelings, my past actions, I see things in another light, I sieve out the mistakes. But I will never know for sure if they were mistakes. Some thoughts are painful and I try to will myself to fall asleep, but it doesn't happened. They want to be resolved.

Driving home today, I passed by Portsdown Camp to get to the PIE. Was amazed to see rows and rows of brand new BMW marques inside an army camp.Then I remembered that Singapore is playng host to the IMF/World Bank summit. The cars,all fitted with bulletproof windows, will be used to ferry the delegates around. Quite a sight.

We stood and watched the rain pour into the courtyard of the old City Hall and Supreme Court. They opened it up and turned it into a museum for the Singapore Biennale Arts Festival. It was cool enough being able to explore the insides of that grand old building, to go inside the court rooms and pretend to be the Judge(at least thats what Wynne did); the exhibits were really interesting too.

We got to watch this documentary about differing attitudes of people in muslim countries and people in Europe, with regards to Suicide Bombers. "What goes through their minds" in those final moments. Unfortunately, we weren't able to finish watching it. It was closing time. I especially like this one exhibit, where there is this dark room and there are a few TV screens on the wall, each showing the same guy at a different place of worship in Singapore; Kwan Im temple, a Church, a Synagogue, a Hindu Temple, and in all the screens, he is carrying a red balloon. And then he releases the red balloon, one after another in the screens. And then the balloon floats up into the air. And there is a large screen at the end of the room. And the screen plays images taken from the balloon floating up into the air over the tops of all the buildings and you see the temple/church and it gets smaller and smaller.... Cool stuff.

I am indignant. Patriotic Singaporeans flock to the national stadium to support the national team against China. There is electricity in the air. The stadium hasn't been so packed since Malaysia Cup days. The match has started. Outside the stadium, you can hear the Kallang roar, and it sends your pulse racing. Has a goal been scored? Dare I imagine that the Lions have taken a lead against the Asian giants? You go around and around in circles, all the lots in the carpark are taken. Another loud cheer goes up. You have to no choice but to park illegally, if you still want to watch the game.

Is it fair then for the government slap me with a $50 fine!!??!! when they have not provided enough parking lots; I am penalised, for wanting to be patriotic and shout on the national team.

Stars And Boulevards

Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here,
your words are creeping at my feet
I fear, sunrise will come too soon and you'll disappear
to the haze of this city and go south......

look out, they're coming after us with big guns,
they're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
even if the words they say aren't true they've won,
And I'm left here..... dying in the sun

oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
seems like I'm never coming home, seems like I'm always on my own...
and all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you

late nights, won't do me justice
cause when I drink I just get so damn depressed,
and its not like, I ain't trying to get over you.

it's just so hard to look at the seasons, pass me over too
...oh...seems like I'm always on my own,seems like I'm never coming home
seems like I'm always on my own...
and all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you

one last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much,
I would just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch,
any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all
or sung my life away...........................................................................................my life away





but all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you

Eating Air

Was feeling rather down today. So I went for a spin to get that temporary high of speeding full throttle, down an almost empty highway, the wind in your face. Ended up at West Coast Park where I saw a UFO.



Had duck-rice for dinner and then some dessert, Wynne's favorite dessert - Yam with Pumpkin, my first time. After that I went to visit my favorite Golden Retriever, Gordon. I miss Candy.





















On the way home, I decided to stop by at Tanjong Rhu to take in the night view. It's so hard not to miss you.

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
That flies by and is gone

I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences

At that speed, it gets chilly, and I shiver under the incandescent glow of street lamps. Danger lurks around each corner, hence the thrill. I am living out a dream, the movie moment of my life. I can't help but smile as the wind resists, pushing against my face. I feel alive.