Little Frolick

The aim of life is to live and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. - Henry Miller.

i am not an annelid

yeaouch.

another killer yoga session. but i think i'm ready to move on to a more challenging class after several beginner lessons.

it's amazing what you can do with your body -

it's probably the only thing i'll ever own in this lifetime so i might as well try to pretzelize it while i still can!

 

 

posted by: crysalis at 23:26 | link | comments (1) |

breaking up vs breaking apart

If there was nothing that i could say
turned your back and you just walked away
leaves me numb inside i think of you
together is all i ever knew

We moved too fast but i had no sign
i would try to turn the hands of time
i looked to you for a reason why
the love we had passed me by

And as the sun would set you would rise
fall from the sky into paradise
is there no light in your heart for me
you´ve closed your eyes you don´t longer see

There were no lies between me and you
you said nothing of what you knew
but there was still something in your eyes
left me helpless and paralysed

You could give a million reasons
change the world and change the tides
could not give me the secrets
of your heart and of your mind
in the darkness that surrounds me
now there is no peace of mind
your careless words undo me
leave the thought of us behind

 

 

- sometimes my heart feels like it's been in a car accident and bits of my myocardium are splattered on the asphalt being stepped on every day by blind passersby. -

 

The new National Library is one whopper of a building. I swear, it's HUGE! all 16 of it's cyber slick storeys - it's a sky scraper. Today i sat in for a talk by two female sci fi authors on Myths and Legends in Fantasy writings. it was held in The Pod, which is on the top floor of the library buliding. large glass windows with an excellent city view. gorgeous. i guess this will be my new hangout.

i remember making a huge fuss when i heard that the old national library building was being torn down to make way for SMU. now i guess the new building has won me over...

we're extremely busy again at work; and once again i'm helping to see some of the kids in the hospital. yikes. it's so awful having to make them cry each time i see them. but it's only natural for anyone to scream their head off when they have a suction catheter stuffed up their nostrils.

my finger is getting better day by day, but i think i've lost my entire cuticle. not sure if the nail will fall off but it looks like it's growing, so i guess i dont have much to worry about.

It's soon to be September, and I'm off to Melbourne mid-late October. i can't wait!

 

In the mean time i'm considering what i should do next over here. gonna view a room for rent in Sixth Avenue; but i really don't know if i'll be alright with a 31 year old male Ceylonese as a housemate. Hmmmm. we'll see.

 

 

 

posted by: crysalis at 23:12 | link | comments |

i live for the weekends

hooray. and another weekend is over! no, i'm not glad about it. i think we should have 3 days for weekends and 4 days for work. i'm sure the economy would still survive.

i'm trying desperately to fill my life and surround myself with stimulating things.

we went down to 1 night stand for their comedy night on saturday; and it was just FULL of foreigners. J and I were probably the only 2 Singaporeans there - apart from the bar tenders and the waitpersons and bouncer. It was a pretty funny line up with wise cracks from three blokes hailing from the UK. of course there were some jokes about living in Singapore; but most were stuff about living in the UK. anyway, there's really nothing like surly old men being sour and grouchy - never fails to make me split my sides laughing.

anyway, the Singapore Writers' Festival is on this week; and some of the events do look interesting. tomorrow night there's Poetry at My Secret Garden. Tempting. In an alternate life I would be one of those miserable goths sitting under a tree pondering life's mysteries. But in this one i'm just another working class girl stuck in a job that needs me to always be cheery. Too bad!

The state of literacy is appaling here in Singapore - even though we're such a materially wealthy nation, and have practically every creature comfort you could imagine here (apart from Nivea for men products and Garnier Fructis shampoo - hah hah J - ) and the trains work, everything is so clean, water comes out of the tap, no one goes on strike etc etc, it's a really dull place. No wonder there's no talent around - because there is no food for thought, nothing to be passionate about, nothing to make you scream. The social environment here has been manufactured to encourage a dissonate state of vapidity. Situations here are not bad enough to make enough people wail and cry, nor are they fantastic enough for anyone to wax lyrical. It's so easy to simply regress to the mean, to sink to mediocrity because there is no memory in this town. So little repercussions, and so little recognition and reward.

Perhaps truly living and being is a concept that escapes most.

I crave something extreme. and goddamnit i'm gonna find at least some of it in this tiny island!

 

 

posted by: crysalis at 22:45 | link | comments |

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