Good love is on the way

For the longest time in my life, I've always been seeking. Seeking real love, true love. And one gets tired. Because if you look at love in the wrong places, you're more than likely to find it. Hurting hearts needing solace and before you know it, one thing that led to another with more hurt and a deeper vacuum than ever before. Sometimes I wonder-how many times would I have thrown my hands up in frustration if I were God and look at my creation.

3 men walking on a sidewalk on the hippest side of town; sorry, make that the only hip side of town, we are talking about Adelaide after all. Dressed to the nines due to a previous divine appointment. Walking, talking, watching, changing, comparing, listening, comparing, bargaining. Men shop-they just need some encouragement to go into the finer details. So we eventually end up at a DVD/CD store, Tim, James and I. After wondering around for a bit, Tim and I land in the foreign film section. Tim ends up with a DVD titled "Sex: the Annabel Chong story" in his hands. 30 seconds later, he mutters "It's sad, isn't it?" before shelving it again. I guess in this day and age of freedom and sexual revolution, people are proud of the numbers that they'e chalked up. And Annabel would come out the proudest of the lot. After all, 251 sex acts in 10 hours is no mean feat. As much as people are disgusted by it, some yearn it. Not so much the sex acts, rather the title. "Yeah, I've had a few....10, 15 maybe? I lost count". People carry it proudly. Men especially. In hope of some affirmation. Some love. And they keep looking at the wrong places continually.

Lately I feel this need to sort my feelings, in the hope that everything will come into place. Maybe love has come knocking and I feel unworthy. Maybe it's a knock on someone else's door and I mistake it for mine. Rather than make a fool of myself and opening the door, I sit and wait. Because one can only dangle himself out there for so long. What ever the case may be , I want to tell you (whoever you may be, we haven't met yet. Or maybe we have and we're still waiting) 2 things.
1) There is no place I'd rather be than right here with your hands entertwined in mine
2) There is no greater distance than you beside me and not knowing how I feel

try

Just came back from the movie TransAmerica. It's one of those movies which taught me about acceptance. Accepting the choices that we've made and the choices of others. That you can't say you love someone and not respect them (funnily though I've actually said it to someone. I'm sorry, if you ever do chance chance upon this blog)

I received my assignments for honours today and I must say I've got my work cut out for me. I'm gonna have to revisit concepts that I thought could be thrown out the window. Surprise surprise.

Of late I've struggling with self-worth. Rather I've come into the realisation that I've struggling with self-worth all this while. Like the words to the song "try" by John Mayer, "gonna try to be myself although myself will wonder why". I need someone to find the real me. Maybe.

Melbourne trip 2006: numero uno

Doing 150 km/hr is a bad idea on the highway. Unless you drive a car with good enough specs. Or just good enough tires. 2 hours into my drive to melbourne, my right rear tyre burst. My life didn't flash before my eyes, and all that came out of my mouth was "SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!!". Missed an illuminator marker about 2 armelengths. Once the dust had settled, I tried to start the car but travelling with a busted tire was not exactly the best idea on the highway. Then came my baptism of fire. I had to change a tire. In the dark. All you car enthusiasts can laugh all you want, but having to change it under such conditions is nothing short of terrifying. Especially when truckers are making their runs in their huge-ass trucks, blowing up a mini dust-storm when they come zipping past. I guess I was sorta glad it happened as it's made me take a look at life at a whole new angle. Near-death experiences changes a person like that. Plus the adrenaline rush kept me more or less awake for the whole night drive.

Melbourne itself was good. I didn't go shopping though, save the city. Didn't make the Chadstone run. Missed Chapel street. Bridge road and Smith st? pphhh!! It was just a lot of chilling. But what's really priceless were the people that were involved. I made a new friend, gave someone a 2nd chance to know her better and last but not least, a deep and meaningful with my best friend.

One thing I wished Adelaide has is an arcade with proper video games. Like king of fighters. So the prilgrimage to the Bourke St arcade is a must when in Melbourne. It happened on a thursday night after an awkward evening with Steph and Co, but that's another story for another time. So into the arcade, and came out winning my 1st game after losing 10 games. I'm not rusty, jus met my match. So as gamers go, the best leave after losing. Not gonna let you have the satisfaction of having the POSSIBILITY of winning a 2nd game. Most people would be pissed. Believe it or not, it's a mind game. The game doesn't actually end you step out of the door. So once he upped and left, I fiddled with the video game for all of 10 secs and followed suit. Being the childish prick that I was, I deliberately walked past him outside the arcade (Hmm, maybe the game still continues outside the arcade), just to let him know I was after a challenger and not actually wanting to play the game. I then went to the arcade on Russell St, did a round and saw nothing interesting and left. When I stepped outside, I saw the guy who bested me. I did the polite thing and let out an awkward smile while raised his hand for a small wave. I continued on my way for all of 5 secs and this voice in my head said, "what have I got to lose?" So I caught up with him and did an introduction. I was glad he was friendly. Come to think of it, it was pretty risky but hey, what have I got to lose? We exchanged numbers and was supposed to meet up the next day for some for arcade action. I didn't manage to make it due to schedule clashes but really glad I made a new friend. Corny? Hey, all part of the charm.

Dawn's Estee best friend. I should, by right, do the whole "getting into your good books by getting to know your best friend" gig. But our initial meetings haven't been the best. I thought she was just a showoff with all her Prada, Gucci, LV and Hermes. "Look what my friend got me! This Hermes thing-a-ma-jig." I wasn't impressed. But I managed to bump into her this trip. Come to think of it, I managed to bump into her last year as well. That's like 2 outta my last 4 trips. I probably wouldn't call her but I did bump into her so I did the polite thind and arranged for breakfast. And I was glad I did. I never did go beyond the facade that she built up around herself and she was every bit the friendly person that I never thought she would be. We did a cafe crawl and on the 2nd cafe, on the cobblestoned walkways on Collins St, I had what had to be the best chocolate hazelnut crepes. It's almost orgasmic. So there we were, enjoying the heavenly crepes when a group of 4 girls did a mini photo-shoot at an adjacent dumpster point. It's quirky stuff like that happens and people wouldn't bat an eyelid. Since I couldn't contain my amusement, I decided I wanted in on a piece of the action. So off I went and asked them if they'd pose for me. I'm no professional, so here they are.



Didn't get their names(what was I thinking?!!) Left them the name of my blog. Hopefully they'll visit and leave a comment. And their numbers.

I couldn't remember for the life of me when Wen and I had a good heart to heart. I guess it stemmed from the fact I was this in-your-face character she had to show around people in church. It was awkward for her I guess. But on a deeper level it was as if she was ashamed to be associated with me. Not wanting to go into details, we made our peace. Thanks babe. For this has to be the highlight of my trip.

holdin' on

I wish I was stronger. Faster. More in control. Funnier. More articulate. Smarter. But God made me in His image and through that imperfect mirror here I am. And everyday I try to polish this mirror so that I may be like Him someday...

Holdin'on by Citizen Cope

I have been wantin you for so long
I have been wantin you for so long (so long)
I been down I been down a diferent road
I been out I have been out of control

But girl when you touch me that yeah
I get my senses back yeah
But when you touch me that yeah (that yeah)
I get my senses back yeah

So now i'm feelin right
Cuz nothing feels like when you're holdin on
Said I feel alright
Cuz nothing feels like when you're hodin on
I feelin alright
Cuz nothing feels like when you're holdin on
when you're holdin on

I wanna treat you like you wanna be treated yeah
I wanna see you as you wanna be seen yeah
I been down I been down a different road
I been out I have been out of control

But girl when you touch me that yeah
I get my senses back yeah (back yeah)
But when you touch me that yea (that yeah)
I get me sense back yeah

So now i'm feelin right
Cuz nothing feels like when you're holdin on
Said I feel alright
Cuz nothing feels like when you're holdin when you're holdin
I feelin alright
Cuz nothing feels like when you're holdin on
when you're holdin on

Who did you think I was?

A belated Happy 2006 to all. To the many readers that i don't have, I apologise. All thanks to Cherie, who gave a friendly nudge about updating my blog. Really wish I was back in SG to spend some time with you guys. Good things come to those who wait I guess...

I woke up yesterday with a sense of urgency. I realised I'll turn friggin' 26 with nothing much accomplished. Not raking in the big bucks, no degree yet, nobody to call my own. Maybe this is what's meant by a quarter life crisis.

But then I look around and I realised that the sum experiences of my life are invaluable. You can't barter it, can't sell it. The relationships that I've formed with the people here in Adelaide and in Singapore has been nothing short of life-enriching. And all the random people that I've met in the weirdest of places (it's gotta do with my penchant for talking to people and being geniune about it) has given me such a myriad experience of feelings. And I must say, I'm am done with loss and grief. I've experienced this combination at this most acute in 2004 and realised it's eaten away my 2005. Forward to new things in 2006 I say. Charmy, if you happen to be reading this, I leave you with this song. Think only the Rachael Yamagata version sits well with me...

I wish you love

Goodbye, no use leading with our chins
This is where our story ends
Never lovers, ever friends
Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day
But before you walk away
I sincerely want to say

I wish you bluebirds in the spring
To give your heart a song to sing
And then a kiss, but more than this
I wish you love

And in july a lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health
But more than wealth
I wish you love

My breaking heart and i agree
That you and i could never be
So with my best
My very best
I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm
A cozy fire to keep you warm
But most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love
But most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love

Me wear specs, you no like?

Yesterday was the day i decided i couldn't do it anymore on my own. the bitching, the complaining, the self-blaming and loathing. I am a new creation in Him, dammit! And I want to live that way. However, today is slacks. Went to the gym and couldn't even sustain for 10 min on the rowing machine. Think cos the top I was wearing showed all my fats, which in turn demotivated me. excuses excuses, bleah.

On a side note, dicovered a meme by faithT, aptly named sexyspeckyblogger that took up the better part of my arvo. I didn't find the glasses, they found me...

First cut is the deepest (continued...)

Over lunch, Lisi told me some geniune pearls of wisdom. Now this was someone who could easily have passed off as 16 leh. But she's 24 and her looks and age dun match..hahaha....

After telling her my sob story, she said over mouthfuls of home-made pasta, "what did you expect from an 18 year-old?" Come to think of it, I could have done worse when I was 18. Mind you, this is not consolation. In the aftermath of the whirlwind romance my state of mind went from "was is something I did or didn't do" to "it's not me it's her". Now it feels better, cos I finally realise it was the psyche of an 18 year-old. Well the psyche of THE 18 year-old. And it truly is time to let go...

On an another note--what I almost wanted to treat as spam was actually gd for laughs. There was this marathon event which limpeh run the half marathon. Then I click on the links--not one, but 2 photos wor...so power...maybe cos I'm the slow one that they could get 2 shots of...haha...

For those of youse interested, go to www.marathon-photos.com and select sydney marathon on the table on the right. Click red pants and red top (why, limpeh hiao wanna be colour co-ordinated cannot ah?). Gender no need to say, is male hor.