hmm.

Check out this video about Oprah interviewing the families of the FLDS polygamous ranch.
I first knew of this Oprah interview from adverts on Hallmark channel, and at first I was quite horrified by the snippets I saw. But after watching this video, I’m not too sure. Not the polygamy part, but their way of life. [...]

time; & the rich and beautiful.

Browsing through a certain ex-teacher’s photographs made me wish, for a split second, that I could live the high life too – attending glamorous parties, getting VIP access to events, opening galas and whatnots, rubbing shoulders with the people who appear in the Tatler.
But when I take a step back, I realise that’s not really [...]

airheaded.

I feel very lacking in thoughts recently.
After the grueling wake at 9 – work – lunch – work – exercise – dinner – work – sleep – repeat routine of the past three weeks, and a similar routine starting at 6.50am in the morning for the three weeks before that, I’m a bit at a [...]

chasing rabbits.

Elusive, confusing, frustrating, and overly simplified.
2008 in a nutshell.
My spirit was broken so many times over the past year. It seems fitting, somehow, that the passing of 2008 into 2009 was a complete nonevent, and spent in a different time zone altogether. There was very little to celebrate about 2008, though there were silver linings [...]

koi.

The power of obsessive love.
A concept alien to me until a few days past.
Now I know why I hit a writer’s block on that fantasy. 
My brain is short-circuiting and I feel extremely drained.
I’m glad all this will be over on Saturday.
I should be far more panicked than I am now as I sit here typing [...]

ten.

The dead end confirmed it. She’d taken a wrong turn, somewhere along the way. But how could it be? She had been so certain, so sure that she’d been guided by someone, or something. Every step had felt so right, why was it that there was nothing but a featureless grey wall before her eyes? [...]

refuse.

I can hear your apology.
Like it was whispered right in my ear.
Over and over and over again.
In wakefulness.
In sleep.
It echoes. Rings. Reverberates.
Through my very being. 
And so I lie.
It muffles your voice.
It closes my eyes.
It gives me strength to put on a smile.
Fantastic, isn’t it?
How the mind can lock away reality deep within itself.
How lies transform [...]

paradox.

Eight.
It was raining, but only in the backyard. The sun shone brightly down on the front lawn. Birds twittered merrily in the bushes, singing songs of serene delight.The house was empty, save for him. It had four walls, but no roof. He paced between the thunderstorm and the sunkissed lawn, fists clenched and jaw set. [...]

seven.

It’s when she’s all alone, when she hugs her knees to her chest, and her head sinks in defeat, that she’s honest with herself. 
It’s only when the confused welter of thoughts swirl around inside her exhausted mind that she’s unable to explain away the obvious.
It’s only then that she hears her heart speak.

these small hours.

Five.
There was something about this night that just felt so right. They waltzed to the silent orchestra in their minds, the grass dewy beneath their unclad feet. There was nothing to connect them; yet in their intense gaze was everything that bound them. She spun gracefully, twirling with the wind, her hair fanning out to [...]