Familiar now strange

No celebrations for that lunar new year.
No routine visits like the past years.

Due to the passing of a very old lady who's my granny.

She wasn't a very nice person that you could get along with.

But i remembered i broke down when she went.

work fascinates me

Work fascinates me.I can look at it for hours.

Recently I've been so lazy to write.
My mind wanders a lot these days,creating stories that i could put in scripts.
I'd like to think of them as 'award-winning' ideas in the future, though i'm simply contented with just being 'critically acclaimed'

But no.I can't even pick up a pen now.Maybe it's the army's fault.Or maybe it's something else.

I've got perfect beginnings and endings for all of them in my head, but i lack a powerful middle.

I've got to uravel some thoughts in my head and get on with it.

Someday I may become a struggling artist.
But that'll be cool.

Yesterday i was a kid again

Yesterday i was a kid again.
I always thought sandy playgrounds are almost non-existent at this 'everything's plastic' times.

How wonderful.

I'm gonna do that again.

it never stopped raining broken flowers.

It rained the entire day.
I had a terrible cold and was supposed to sleep in but i decided to get out of the house.

Yes,it's those kind of days when you want to do something about your life, something constructive, and not letting the bad weather get in my way.

I LOVE movies about self-discovery and eccentric protagonists and Broken Flowers so happened to be in my way.

Loved Bill Murray.Loved Jim Jarmusch.Loved the unaccountable resolution.

Not too bad for a supposedly dreary Sunday.

The Joy of Karaoke

My favourite pastime.I can do it every week!

But really it's that joy of letting go.Simply just letting go.

We laughed.We cheered.
No pretense.No Cowell.
For a fruitful 4 hours.

And then everyone goes back to work.

But we look forward to the next session.

I feel the space somehow.

"What becomes of the broken-hearted?
Who had love that's now departed?"

Talk about the appropriate time this song is on my playlist of favourites.
But at least now I know I've got feelings after all.

I will wait for the door to open.
It may not, and I will get heart-broken.
But I'll still eat my meals nonetheless.

I dreamt the year away.

I missed the passing of that old year.
I was asleep.

I could have missed it entirely,if not for a phone call at 3a.m from a friend who enquired for my advice on how to jumpstart a vehicle with a weak battery.I couldn't quite remember.

And then I have trouble going back to sleep again, when I realize the last hours of 2005 went past so quickly,and now it's too late to remember about it.

But what's in the deal now?