Green Singapore

Singapore's a fantastic place to live if you can get over the humidity. People tend to take for granted the situation they're in and want something more, only to realise what they had was what they've always wanted, what's enough to keep em content. Human tendency to search for greener pasture, to be enthralled by the possibilities only to realise it ain't so green when you finally get there. Strangely it looks greener back where you were. Strange enough.

BBQ @ studley park

Had a barbeque on tuesday @ studley park. Awesome park, there was wildlife everywhere. Nothing exotic. Juz a bunch of ducks, sparrows, the random pigeon, magpies trying to steal our food & possums, lots of em! Wasn't easy taking photos in the dark, I couldn't see a thing! Still managed to catch em possums tho. One was hanging by its tail from a branch munching on some leaves.

Tasteless Origin

Yet another day is her bleak life. She looks out the window at the rustling leaves of a huge oak across the street and wonders why her life is so unsatisfying, so bland. Where has all the flavour gone? Was it the wrong ingredients in her pot of choices - her fault, or just the lacking quality that she cannot control, she cannot choose. She is where she is with those whom are given to her, and cannot choose any other. She can however move away, meet new people, pretend the old never was, but she will always be who she was at the start. You can't change circumstances of creation, you can only change the pitstops and the destination but never the beginning, never the start, never what matters the most, who you truly are.

Spring comes, Winter dies

Spring blossoms again. How marvelous the beauty of a flower bush blossoming in Spring. They look pleasant, peaceful, serene. So full of colour, full of live, innocence and beauty. If only life was as simple, as vibrant yet serene. Maybe it is for some, maybe many, just seems too difficult to ever grasp that simplicity, the peace, the colour. Just can't seem to find that colour in my life. Life is all drained out, too many mistakes, too much lost. I think I've dropped my paintbrush along life's way and just kept going. And now it's too late to turn back, and too early to stop. Life has become become grey.

Simplicity

Been a slow day, had some guests over, made some dinner, entertained for a few hrs, wasn't too unbearable............I had better days.

Simplicity is nice, it can be. From a slow day reading random journal entries, to talking to an old friend and listening to how he butchered a duck for lunch, to crossing paths with an old acquantaince whom i just found out is a friend of some of my very current friends, small world.

Sometimes i forget how small Singapore really is and how many of us cross paths at some point in our lives and never meet again, never to remember, never to forget.

We need to make it a point to hold on to those of importance lest they become faded memories.

Just one more

Ever so often we feel the need to yearn for something in the distance, something almost impossible to reach, something that's forbidden. When does that 'something' stop becoming a harmless fantasy? When does it cross the line of innocence into a deadly obsession? When have people stopped being content with what they can have and start fighting for more? 'Nothing easy is worth fighting for.'

The question then becomes, what if we do gain possession of that which we had fought so hard for? Do we sit back and marvel at the 'trophy' and be content or would we put it on a shelf and go seek more? People just want more. They have realised over the decades that they can have almost anything yet it's not quenching their unfulfilling thirst for everything. I want what I want cause I want it. How much am I willing to lose to achieve my temporary 'trophy'?

The beginning of an era

The mind thrives with such complexity. It yearns to make sense of the nonsensical. Obsession turning into hope, hope creeping its way into reality.

We think of what we cannot understand.
We write what we cannot tell.
And we dream of things we cannot have.

What my mind can no longer withhold, i will have to put down on paper, in words I may never understand, never remember, never tell.