从前

从前有一只猪想了解一个人的想法，所以它要求了那个人写一些东西。那个人答应了猪的要求，并也做到了。

蓝天慢跑

我的预测错了。原来茫茫白云的散去，不需要狠狠的雨点；快乐不需要彩虹，多点蓝天就可以了；湿透的清醒，也不需要雨水。

再度望出窗外，我看见了似有似无的弯月高高的挂在深蓝色的夜空中。它的将来是逐渐明亮，还是消失无踪，也只有未来才能知道吧。

After Lunch

Looking young has its benefits too - at least the credit card salesperson won't approach.

白

我把整个自己埋在枕头里，逃避白天的催促，但沉睡不久的我还是坐在这里了。望出窗外，只看见茫茫无尽的白云；今天的蓝天似乎真的少了一些。雨，快要不停的下了，而我想我会在这狠狠的雨点中，寻找那道瞬间的彩虹和那阵湿透的清醒。

黑

敲着黑色的键盘，那清晰的声音；拿起乌黑的碳笔，望着沾满碳灰的手和那张白色的纸，我的心却早已远去。也许，没有人可以在原地停留－我们都飘泊在时间的河 流中。有的人坐在庞大的战舰里头，不管多大的风浪都能驾驭自如；有的人只抱着脆弱的救生圈，随着缘分的波浪飘去。我走在人群中，有太多的擦肩而过，太少的 同路人。宁静的夜晚，罕有的不安，这才发现，我远去的心原来在追逐着能够让我停泊的你。

Lousy Day

I feel so lousy today, or strictly speaking yesterday. Ok, the lousy day is 25th of June. To recall, it started with one of my bosses calling me when I was just about to do my wonderful big business in the toilet, asking me why I didn't turn up for work when I was supposedly scheduled to work. It turned out to be a misunderstanding on his part but it was enough to disturb the calm serene relief which I was looking forward to. Then I went to the some hairdressing salon to cut my thick hair since it is getting hot and stuffy. So it goes like this - "How would you like your hair to be cut?" "I don't really know, just do what you deem fit." And I came out looking like an ah beng porcupine. Not that it is not nice, just that it is a bit different from how I look usually. So after a case of affected mood and uncertainty about my looks, I came to terms with myself that I must start on the videos since I must hand over the tapes the day after, and in the end all the rewinding and forwarding made my head spin. Now I am eating ice cream to cheer myself up, wasting my 5km running effort today, while my 50mb download of the charity fiesta logos gets interrupted at 62% because of my unstable wireless connection.

I shall take a deep breath and tell myself that tomorrow would be better.

Fun and Happiness

I guess fun and happiness are two different kinds of things.

Courage

I am looking for some kind of courage. And I am just about to find it.

Snow City

What a tiring job... But sometimes it is worth it.

To Pick Up My Brush Again

Today I looked at my easel and on it sat the portrait of my sister. Behind the colours lies a monochrome portrait. Behind the blacks and whites lies lines of diluted burnt sienna. Behind the lines lies several layers of flake white and titanium buff. And behind the several layers lies the monochrome portrait of myself.

After this painting was done I did not touch my brush and palette again, and my mediums went dry. I told myself that if I have nothing to paint for, I would wait. It seems like I am to pick up my brush again.

Sweets

Perhaps it is like candy. Sweet taste but tooth decay.

Sitting, Waiting

Today I sat down and my mind wandered away. Perhaps I shouldn't have sat down for so long, and in the future I would try not to. There are so many questions in my mind. Perhaps if I keep walking and not ask, the answers will come eventually.

The Art of Laziness and Sleep

A lot of people say that I sleep a lot and that I am lazy. My parents and siblings say so, on days when I would wake up only at noon to have my lunch, then go back to my lovely dreamland until dinner time, and closing my eyes once more when the clock strikes midnight. My classmates say so when I dropped my head on the desk as the lecturer is droning away, only to wake up when a kind soul tapped me on the shoulder. My army friends say so when I fall asleep in situations where they cannot relax e.g. lots of mosquitos and insects. Nearly everyone who has met me think that I have a sleepy face.

But you know, sleeping a lot and being lazy are two different things altogether.

Being Happy

Being happy equals to being relaxed.

Line 3 and the Eraser

Can I erase the line?

Line 2

Since I see that her line doesn't want to be crossed by me, I shall turn back and walk within my own boundaries. Perhaps I will wait, perhaps I will not. Nowadays I don't really know.

Line

The line - a boundary which separates.

Touch and Go

I am like walking on the line, pondering, and I don't really know whether I should cross it.

Sunset of June 8th

The sun sets today and plunges the city into darkness, but it will rise tomorrow. No matter how hard the road gets, I believe that it will be worth it at the end. Today I see some light and I remember the dream which kept me going during the darkest days. It is dark no more, and it is time to wake up.

Getting a Hold

Normally, this would be a post which goes something like this - "Rain brings wetness, and a colour bridge from the mountains to the limits of the skies. But you must climb the mountain in the rain." or "The rainbow only exist after the rain and perhaps that is why it is beautiful. A beautiful illusion which is starting to wither away as I run towards it." But I am not really in a normal kind of mood so I decide not to hide under the layers of imagery and be a little more specific.

For me, things in life have always turn out in a way opposite to what I badly want them to be. It ranges from little things like always missing the bus when I am running late, to bigger things like appearing stupid in front of a person I want to impress. So, falling rather many times along my 20 years, I become a person who is not so attached to things, or in other words, anything goes. But it isn't that easy to be detached always and I am still learning.

Sunset of June 6th

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Living simply.

Sketching

A 5 minute sketch I did at the orchard library. So much fun to do this kind of thing than to draw a full scale work. Don't have to care about ruining hard work. Just the process and never mind the result. But I don't seem to be able to do quick sketches decently at home, always ending up with a stupid mess of lines and shades, perhaps because without the prying eyes of strangers.

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I was on the LRT with my nose pressed against the door, and with each passing station, the torture grew. South View, Keat Hong ... Phoenix, Bukit Panjang.

I walked out of the station and saw the half moon hovering above the buildings which hold its viewers.

It was waiting to be completed.

On the Edgy Stones

Like a blind man seeing the morning sun reflected in the shimmering dew for the first time, the flowers grow on the barren land and it is barren no more.