La Salsa!

hehe... no pictures of us dancing tho... should've taken out my camera earlier! :D

To Know Who's Real

To know who's real, who's insincere
To know who tells you without fear,
"Take comfort in the shadow of my dream, dear,
Come rest within the shadow of my dream."

Salsa addiction!

Oh my... Union Sq outing with Candice, Marie, Deb and Vincent was amazing!

Over 2.5 hours of dancing... For the first time we could actually dance there and feel like we could dance well! :)

Ms Chua - I think we make a great team! 8 months, 8 months :D

Retro-ness!

Ok so i finally figured out how to use this :)

ASOC DAY 2006! Retro! :)

btw this one only lets me create 'linear' slideshows... can anyone recommend me a better one with more options? thanks!

Enough

Ever looked at something in your life and told yourself, "enough... enough."?

romance is like dance...

romance is like dance...

and the dance for the moment is the salsa.

flashy, fast, sometimes sensual, always energetic. it blooms fast, and ends abruptly, and everyone in the dance knows that it is not for keeps. that over the hill is another partner, another flame. that at its core, it's for fun.

sounds like how people nowadays view relationships. that it's all for fun, that it doesn't matter if it ends, that it's perfectly fine to chase someone you don't know, that it's perfectly fine not to mean what you say.

i'm beginning to think i was born in the wrong era, or that i'm an old retro freak trapped in this body, or that i'm just weird, or that i'm just longing for more mature friends, or something.

and i'm beginning to think, once more, that in romance, a form of injustice reigns in that it is not the good men who get what they want, but that it is the shameless, shallow, and just desperate men who do so.

how has romance become a race instead of a journey? what happens to those who prefer a pleasant walk?

i'm tired, goodnight.

To Soar The Darkest Skies And Fly

I've seen you weeping, dear troubled one:
Your tears of dark and the tremors of night.
Dear, as we wait for the rising sun,
I will be with you and starry light.

Gentle words when your sobbing starts:
And a shoulder, a hand, and some warmth for a friend.
I'll speak of this, that in your precious heart,
Where all have failed, dear, I've seen a gem.

    And even though you fear and sigh
    I'll wipe away the tears you cry
    And then you'll know that deep inside,
    You soar the darkest skies and fly

For around you may gather a blinding storm
And you see up ahead only uncertain ways
But cherish these words, before your mourn:
It's who you are that will keep you safe.

For who you are is your light, your day;
And who you are is your final say.
For Who you're in has died to pay,
And who you are will lead the way

    And even though you fear and sigh
    He'll wipe away the tears you cry
    And then you'll know that deep inside,
    You soar the darkest skies and fly

    So even though you fear and sigh
    I'll wipe away the tears you cry
    And then we'll know that deep inside,
    We soar the darkest skies and fly

    And then we'll know that deep inside,
    We soar the darkest skies and fly

Hey hope you're ok with me borrowing the line "To soar the darkest skies" from you to use as the theme in my poem... I think it's a really amazing phrase :)

if i hold you like that

it's been a while since i last felt this emotional - and all it took was a beautiful, beautiful song, and a short video clip that reminded me of a chapter of my life now closed.

you know what the poets mean when they talk about beautiful sadness? some feelings are so difficult to express; that's why we find so much joy when we find someone who truly understands.

On Love

I just realised something funny about myself: that i find it difficult hanging around pretty ladies, because i always get mad when i see men trying to hit on them. Not mad out of jealousy (as if i own every lady i happen to be hanging out with), but mad because i have very strong feelings against men who hit on girls just because they are pretty.

Ok, I know that ladies know that such a man is probably just playing, and I know that most ladies can tell whether or not a man is at least a good person or not, but it doesn't stop me from having a huge disrespect for men who, instead of respecting women as real human beings with real feelings and emotions, selfishly choose to follow their own desires and hit on women out of their own lust and pride.

Women are not toys; women's feelings are not meant to be played with. Sure, they know you're playing, and they might even play along. But you should know better. Love her, love her enough to be able to do things at the expense of your own desires, even if it means not chasing right now, even if it means letting go.

We men have hurt too many women already.

funny quote #2

"You're not really a guy so you're off the hook."

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p.s. tango, salsa, cha-cha and rumba are awesome, dancing them all at one bar is more awesome, and having someone teach you new salsa steps is even more awesome... it's been a full day. full of high highs and low lows. fullness...

Something About Her Eyes

Gaze: like pools of the night that shimmer with the radiance of the depths of the seas. See this - a lake, serene, undisturbed, and the glow of the stars that dance with that joyous beauty and a glance, for longer did I try to break the stillness, but it was peace.

Peace: Old age, it smiles and knows, it understands, that this is the play of the two young lovers who waltz across the creaking floorboards, see the old chandelier, see the rusted chains. Change - Old's heart feels, he was there before, he cannot return, the young are hasty and Old is silent, with a knowing smile.

Smile: Wave gold, bright yellow, glad orange, and a warmth that embraces like a mother comforting her weeping son, or a light, a mere lamp, that drives the dark back to its conspiratous corner, this flame. Same - for each glow I see, my heart glows in me, now come, a life in this life.

Life: too fast to love, she revolves like the wind, the pantomime ball we see for moment, fleeting mask. Masks - overwhelm, overfast, and strings or the brass or the beat of the drum and we step and each step and we walk and we change the moment we can hide behind these guises for it is only behind a mask that some find rest.

Rest: for all guises must come to their end and perhaps, again, we shall gaze.

funny quote #1

"You act like i don't have pet leopards."

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p.s. oh my gosh tango is awesome!

what's the point of being caring if

sigh, to me there are few sights in the world more heartbreaking than a crying person.

i saw a girl crying in school from a distance today. my heart told me to go to her, ask her what's wrong, see how i can help, offer some tissue... but then i thought, won't she feel super paiseh? won't i look like i'm trying to take advantage of the situation?

so this is me, i guess: a caring person who's afraid to show it.

then what's the point of being caring, sam? what's the poin of being caring if you're too caring to show it?

edit: dammit i'm so pissed with myself. you know how it feels like to care but not know how to show it? feels chao horrible.

The Fair Boy

It's been a while since I've written a story. And since I'm kinda free at the moment - drinking some chicken soup I just boiled, let's create one now, shall we? :)

Let us weave a story about wisdom. Perhaps we can start with a protangonist? A boy - young, fair and golden-haired, with the most piercing eyes any person will ever see; add a dramatic catchline: "his glance alone has caused kingdoms to fall". A name? No, names come at the end when all is over, for names speak of creation, and making speaks of ending.

Look into her eyes:
What did I see?
The brightest star
And the furthest sea.

Give the Fair Boy character - shall we say fickle, uncaring? Add disrespectful and unwise. Make him a Boy that has broken too many hearts, yet make him someone many have sought and found. For he is the ultimate prize, and yet a villain.

Her eyes that are closed:
What can they see?
Nor knife nor life
Nor fear in me.

But obviously we can't leave it at that. Give the Boy depth. Make our protangonist misunderstood - give him a precious heart of gold and yet weave a story of hatred, jealousy, anger, betrayal - engulf him like a blazing sandstorm; clad him in thorns and spikes; banish him from the town and city. Make him someone only perceived to be evil; make him sought after - and thus make him difficult to find, because it will be those that seek him that do not understand.

I stand on the heights:
Can you not see?
A fall, an arrest,
And then I'll be free.

And there in the fabric of our story we see the thread of wisdom. We have our quest and its prize, the boy, and we have the obligatory pitfalls of the journey. Now have it dictated on her own thread that wisdom is what will guide the questers, that wisdom is what will help them see beyond their warped perceptions, into the golden heart of the Fair Boy. And have it dictated that wisdom is what will keep them on the journey when their quest have seemed to have failed, or when, once again, they are blinded and see the Fair Boy as a villain instead of the prize he truly is, for it is wisdom that opens hearts.

Free as a bird:
Yet I did not see
That besides the plunge,
There was hope for me.

Now at the end of all things give the boy a name. Call him Love.

been a while since i've felt that way

mmm, just back from a night with 2 of my dearest friends

you know those friends you've been with through so many ups and downs? friends you can totally be yourself with? friends who've seen so many sides of you?

the friends you've cried with and laughed with, friends who've helped you through life-changing times, friends you know will always be there for you, and friends for whom you've always been there...

after dinner z!ng told me that i looked like there was so much more i wanted to say... yeah, it's been a while since i've felt that way.

:)

p.s. on another note, i've decided to be evil and mysteriously tell all you people who are revelling in spreading the scandal, that you all have no clue at all :)

hehe

and introvert who enjoys company

when was the last time you felt lonely?

felt it just yesterday. i think i'm not used to studying at home anymore. when i'm in the library there's the hustle and bustle and background stuff going on, and there's the chance to find fellow school-studyers to talk to. but at home it's like. just me and my room. and anyway i keep getting distracted by the fridge.

strange huh? i'm someone who likes being alone, but i don't like to be alone :) an introvert who enjoys company. and did i mention i'm proud to be an introvert?

:D

looking up =)

got in to the semifinals of this singing competition in school :) sang a nice duet with d@wny =) i thought it wasn't that great 'cos i was nervous and zao xia-ed tho... *shrug*

and i've a little more motivation in the bowling department now that i know i can actually bowl decently using the spinner style :) too bad the bowling clinic is gonna end soon...

and first time at salsa clubs tonight! didn't dance much 'cos everyone else looked so pro and i didn't really feel like being an eyesore on the dance floor for everyone else considering that i've only had 2hrs worth of lessons. but looking at the gorgeous moves really made me wanna learn it well :) wednesday classes with the cousin (sorry i got so lost tonight!) and friday classes with the school :)

i wonder what other wonders tomorrow's archery class will bring :)

and all this is just in the CCAs department... we haven't started talking about studies, or the friends i've made...

life's been great... *restful joy*

forgetting...

ever felt that things would be easier if you could just forget everything?

going back...

"i am strong when i am on your shoulders"

it's been a while...

to put a smile on a face

just a thought: isn't it nice to know you made someone happy? i always feel really glad when i know i put a smile on someone's face by helping or just doing something nice for the person. it's a nice feeling... and i think i'm addicted to it. :D