Sweet Disposition

I met a girl today at Muay Thai class. There was something about her voice, her laugh that was attractive to me. I think it was because they reminded me of you. I know I screwed up. I flaked. And then I strayed. But I have always been honest. If God would grant me another chance, if only he would...

$500

Another Big Picture win today to make it 5 times $500. And your number is the one I can't dial to share the good news.

And I continue to wait.

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing meAnd your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could beThinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meetAnd you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

My best picture this whole week.

This has got to be my best picture this week. Great reward for not following the crowd, in this case, the usual media scrum.

Timbre@Substation

 At Timbre last night, the band played all my favorite songs and then all the songs that remind me of you.

My assignment this evening had me follow Lee Li Lien around. Outside Rivervale Mall, you could tell how much the people there wanted her to win. Looks like this Saturday will be very very close.

And on this rainy morning I am thinking of you and missing you and wishing things were different.

I thought I saw you, from Darren's car tonight. You were in bus 82. Our eyes met.

I thought I had some great shots last night, but looking at the shots Caroline from ST got, I learnt that I should linger around after the rally ends for shots like the one of Koh Poh Koon embracing his wife. People like Seb would say "you are only paid $200 to stay for the duration of the rally." But I believe in going the little extra mile for excellence. Under promise, over deliver.

Punggol East.

Two years ago, I went to all the WP rallies, I wasn't paid but I loved it. It was my generation's political awakening. 2 years on, I am being paid $200 to photograph the PAP rally tomorrow. Talk about selling out.

Showed my students the Butterfly Effect today and many of them were mind blown. And I start to fantasize about me having the same power with my blog entries.

I did the right thing. While I was confused I made sure I was alone.
She hedged her bets. She tried to have both.
I did the right thing, but I am left with nothing.

Better Than Ezra Sunday

Spending the sunday listening to the songs I listened to when I was younger.The difference is that I understand those emotions now.

Love me
Hate me
Make me live again
I need you around
Heal me
Hurt me
Make me live again
I want you around

It's only Life. But it's our only Life.

The last year and a half have indeed been tumultuous. I feel like my heart has been torn out, put back then torn out over and over again. I used to be confident, sure in my actions, my decisions. I believed in following my heart, I believed in dreams. I believed. Now I don't know what to believe and I question my own decision making process, I question myself all the time. Were they mistakes? Are they regrets? Was it inevitable? I can't even be sure anymore. Some days I beat myself up, over and over again. Certain scenes keep replaying in my head, over and over again. But it's only Life. Our only Life. And so I struggle and struggle to reinvent myself to regain myself, to become a better person.

Human Depravity

Today I read an article in the news about punters in Taiwan betting on the lifespans of terminally ill cancer patients. Reading it made me furious. Tears came to my eyes. Don't they understand the anguish the family members of the patients feel? Sometimes, it's hard to argue against those who say we live in a fallen world.

Thank God I am still moved by the music. 

The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced forever more.

back when my love was pure

Found this in my cupboard today. The one above the computer.

You promised that one day you would bring me where this is. You lied.

我不愿时光冲淡一切。