It's been a while. Work this year has been way busier that I've could have imagined. Currently, I'm on the third week of my three week vacation. The first break since last September and tbh, I'm pretty glad for it.
The first half of the year's been pretty cool. I felt like I have been recognized more for the effort I put into my career and I've grown to be more confident in myself in this respect. Got to fly for an overseas business trip in KL (granted its flipping near SG) and worked at the EY KL office. Stole one of their lanyards too. I've went on my first department trip to Thailand and made new friends in the Company. Got to know some more colleagues and drank the hell too much.
I've also touched ground in Africa - South Africa to be exact. The landscape is more similar to Australia than I expected, seeing how the two countries are at least 6 hours apart. I attended the World Choir Games and we clinched a Gold and a Silver medal for the Pop and University categories respectively. I wished we could have done better but I'll treasure this experience nonetheless.
I guess the above is not bad for 7 months. I do low-key wish there was someone I could always share these experiences with though. However, knowing what I've signed up for at work for the next year, I definitely would put those intentions on hold for now. Looking forward to what's to come in the next 5 months.
Cheers.
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Lucid Invasion
Lucid Invasion
The world stops spinning when I catch your face
and haunting silence entraps the body and soul.
New photos of covetous smile you decide to grace
summons pesky old memories to cruelly unfold.
The heart beats faster, harder and aches.
The room, a storm. Burning. Freezing cold.
And as tiny mended cracks fracture unfazed,
laughing cupid boasts and struts his poison bow.
The mind tumbles last, but crumbles nonetheless,
no match for your lucid invasion.
My sanity, you cradle and tenderly caress,
soothes uneasy before assured purgation.
Your ghost, I buried, I swallowed, I fought.
Tell me, my love, do you enjoy playing God?
The world stops spinning when I catch your face
and haunting silence entraps the body and soul.
New photos of covetous smile you decide to grace
summons pesky old memories to cruelly unfold.
The heart beats faster, harder and aches.
The room, a storm. Burning. Freezing cold.
And as tiny mended cracks fracture unfazed,
laughing cupid boasts and struts his poison bow.
The mind tumbles last, but crumbles nonetheless,
no match for your lucid invasion.
My sanity, you cradle and tenderly caress,
soothes uneasy before assured purgation.
Your ghost, I buried, I swallowed, I fought.
Tell me, my love, do you enjoy playing God?
Monday, June 05, 2017
Stheno’s Kitchen
Stheno’s Kitchen
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Tick tick. Tick tick
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Tik-tik-ti- Ding!
They’re ready!
Mittens. Pan. Table.
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Setting them down by the busts to cool.
My hair gets impatient sometimes,
hissing at the smell of those freshly baked meat.
I pet them down and put them in their place.
As I walk through the kitchen, I smirk at those hardened eyes.
Perseus will one day taste my mastery too.
Plate. Plate. Plate.
Fork. Fork. Fork.
Chair. Chair. Chair.
They call themselves Gods; playing with the helpless human dolls;
Creating freaks of nature like little Perseus.
So very tiny, so much desire to impress, so so close to being stoned to death.
Her only sin was being flawless; all she ever wanted was to be loved.
It was Jealousy, prejudice and injustice; the family that proved
the downfall of my baby sister. Their heads will mark the sacred ground
where she lay. I will turn their bodies into a temple.
And she shall be worshipped.
And she shall be immortal.
Euryale!
Fumble fumble fumble.
Snakes in a mess.
Eyes bloodshot.
Poison dripping from the side of a fang.
Sister. Sister.
Let’s eat.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Tick tick. Tick tick
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Tik-tik-ti- Ding!
They’re ready!
Mittens. Pan. Table.
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Setting them down by the busts to cool.
My hair gets impatient sometimes,
hissing at the smell of those freshly baked meat.
I pet them down and put them in their place.
As I walk through the kitchen, I smirk at those hardened eyes.
Perseus will one day taste my mastery too.
Plate. Plate. Plate.
Fork. Fork. Fork.
Chair. Chair. Chair.
They call themselves Gods; playing with the helpless human dolls;
Creating freaks of nature like little Perseus.
So very tiny, so much desire to impress, so so close to being stoned to death.
Her only sin was being flawless; all she ever wanted was to be loved.
It was Jealousy, prejudice and injustice; the family that proved
the downfall of my baby sister. Their heads will mark the sacred ground
where she lay. I will turn their bodies into a temple.
And she shall be worshipped.
And she shall be immortal.
Euryale!
Fumble fumble fumble.
Snakes in a mess.
Eyes bloodshot.
Poison dripping from the side of a fang.
Sister. Sister.
Let’s eat.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
When She speaks
So it's been a pretty long time since I last blogged. Quite a bit has happened then. I went to the states for the first time and had a blast; met up with old friends and created memories with new ones. I've also gotten my first bonus cheque and got my first promotion. :) Still trying to get used to the whole work life thing that's going on and hopefully I'll feel more at home in my second year. Not really in a mood to go into details today so I guess I'll just leave with this.
When She speaks
Cause'
you can hear the crickets chirp
and listen to the song of the rattlesnake,
the rush of the majestic waterfall
and the welts decorating your forehead.
You feel the drop of Fahrenheit
and the stillness of the wind.
You taste the sweetness of dawn
and the saltiness on your skin.
The world speaks to you with the ole' familiar tongue,
drawing its passionate energy from our one glorious sun.
From the smell of morning dew on each tiny blade of grass,
to chasing after dandelions dancing beside you fast,
from the trees that sway indulgently to the rhythm of your beat,
to the ground that twirl uninhibited to the music of your feet.
You see,
the flowers, they bloom, for just that sparkle in your eye;
exuding parallel magnificence as the milky way in our dark night sky.
The stars, they glow together, with the warmth oozing from your heart,
bringing soft serenity as the dreams begin to start.
And as our little earth falls quietly in slumber,
the glitter magic burns vibrant,
secretly,
silently,
under.
When She speaks
Cause'
you can hear the crickets chirp
and listen to the song of the rattlesnake,
the rush of the majestic waterfall
and the welts decorating your forehead.
You feel the drop of Fahrenheit
and the stillness of the wind.
You taste the sweetness of dawn
and the saltiness on your skin.
The world speaks to you with the ole' familiar tongue,
drawing its passionate energy from our one glorious sun.
From the smell of morning dew on each tiny blade of grass,
to chasing after dandelions dancing beside you fast,
from the trees that sway indulgently to the rhythm of your beat,
to the ground that twirl uninhibited to the music of your feet.
You see,
the flowers, they bloom, for just that sparkle in your eye;
exuding parallel magnificence as the milky way in our dark night sky.
The stars, they glow together, with the warmth oozing from your heart,
bringing soft serenity as the dreams begin to start.
And as our little earth falls quietly in slumber,
the glitter magic burns vibrant,
secretly,
silently,
under.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Just the way you are
In light of the recent shooting in Orlando...
Love Yourself
Like I'm Gonna Lose You
Locked Away
Love Yourself
Like I'm Gonna Lose You
Locked Away
Wednesday, June 08, 2016
Fire
Fire
The fire cleanses and it destroys like Lucifer slays.
Maybe hell and the devil are one of the same,
residing on
every holy candle lit. It dances at the back
of every mind and laughs as
it consumes you like God.
It is described in many ways -
entrancingly green, glowing red,
furiously blue and dark like
the knight.
It chills as it burns and
suffocates
as it breathes.
Do you hear it cackle?
Calmly,
it envelopes and hugs my neck,
kissing with a fervor I've not felt before;
raising my hairs then razing them down;
hissing at my tears, preying with my fears;
blazing souless innocents and begging me-
begging me to fall on my knees,
bow my heart and feign mercy.
Hush.
The sky falls bland as I lay my head.
So I pray that when the light rekindles my face,
the sun would wring
from the anger within,
hipnotic evil that shall live and rise again.
The fire cleanses and it destroys like Lucifer slays.
Maybe hell and the devil are one of the same,
residing on
every holy candle lit. It dances at the back
of every mind and laughs as
it consumes you like God.
It is described in many ways -
entrancingly green, glowing red,
furiously blue and dark like
the knight.
It chills as it burns and
suffocates
as it breathes.
Do you hear it cackle?
Calmly,
it envelopes and hugs my neck,
kissing with a fervor I've not felt before;
raising my hairs then razing them down;
hissing at my tears, preying with my fears;
blazing souless innocents and begging me-
begging me to fall on my knees,
bow my heart and feign mercy.
Hush.
The sky falls bland as I lay my head.
So I pray that when the light rekindles my face,
the sun would wring
from the anger within,
hipnotic evil that shall live and rise again.
Monday, March 07, 2016
Passionate fear
Passionate fear
He came from
round the blind corner.
Our eyes met
briefly before going back to
the phone. His
presence lingered beyond
the sockets.
He knows.
The next day
he was there with his surreptitious
smile which
I knew to grow accustomed to. Shyly
shifted to
check the time. He wore blue
without fail,
conquering my heart, at Eight O' Six
sharp
everyday. Not a peep from me. That is
not our
language.
He started
bringing me places in my mind I
never knew
existed. So fascinated in his glory,
I breathe at
his mercy and cry at his pleasure. I
take him
everywhere, like pocket providence, and
he whispers bittersweet
nothings in my ear.
By the devilry
he possesses, the hex, like musty
roses, course
through my veins, tearing me
from my bloodline,
releasing. those. satisfying.
Endorphin.
He owns my
soul; at every any hour of the year.
He slumbers
mostly and let the electronics entertain
the little
shell as he lay; gentle, sovereign and familiar.
He’ll tug on
my heartstrings when it's time to feed.
Then, he
consumes me whole.
Nightmare of a Daughter
So tomorrow is the 49th day of my grandfather's death. And idk how I feel about that. My aunt's casually brought him up in a conversation today and I swore I was still choked up. I think words can't really express how I feel now so I've penned my feelings down in music instead.
This is my first composition for piano and I'm pretty wretched with emotions now that I can't really tell how good or bad it is (but I have an inclination that it will lean towards the negative side seeing how inexperienced I am).
Despite so, I do feel that this piece does reflect my inner struggles especially when I first heard of the news. The piece is titled "Nightmare of a Daughter" because I still can't entirely grasp the concept that this is life; or rather, the lack of it. The music starts off with a foreboding feel of the night which leads straight into a chase like tempo, mirroring my anxiousness and fear when my mum called me to the A&E. The abrupt break when I fell eyes on his shriveled self with more tubes in him than breath. Then, of course, the fall; both his and mine - fast, plateau, crash. Heartbeat on the monitor shows hope. Wonderful hope. I speak to him and through our exchange, we dance. But he doesn't wake up. Our conversation, as per in my head, gets heated. Horrible hope. Horribly misleading hope. He moves on (to the other side) and I'm screaming now. The doctor calls his time of death.
This is my first composition for piano and I'm pretty wretched with emotions now that I can't really tell how good or bad it is (but I have an inclination that it will lean towards the negative side seeing how inexperienced I am).
Despite so, I do feel that this piece does reflect my inner struggles especially when I first heard of the news. The piece is titled "Nightmare of a Daughter" because I still can't entirely grasp the concept that this is life; or rather, the lack of it. The music starts off with a foreboding feel of the night which leads straight into a chase like tempo, mirroring my anxiousness and fear when my mum called me to the A&E. The abrupt break when I fell eyes on his shriveled self with more tubes in him than breath. Then, of course, the fall; both his and mine - fast, plateau, crash. Heartbeat on the monitor shows hope. Wonderful hope. I speak to him and through our exchange, we dance. But he doesn't wake up. Our conversation, as per in my head, gets heated. Horrible hope. Horribly misleading hope. He moves on (to the other side) and I'm screaming now. The doctor calls his time of death.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
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Note:
*1km slacking included
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Caution! Side effects may include nausea, euphoria and intense attraction to adorably fluffy stray cats.
Note:
*1km slacking included
**energy apparently sold separately
***length of inactivity may not be as advertised
Caution! Side effects may include nausea, euphoria and intense attraction to adorably fluffy stray cats.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Magic Trick
So my grandfather passed away yesterday. I was just thinking about the number of deaths that I've been through the past few months and I don't know if I can take anymore of them. It has been emotionally draining. Right now, any call about the hospital is just nerve wrecking.
But let's just focus on the positives. Well, my grandfather was very sick with cancer so his last days were in acute pain. At least, he is able to be pain free now. He passed away about the same timing of the day as my grandmother did so I'd like to think that they are now holding hands and being their diabetic selves with each other. He looked so much more at peace asleep then he had been in a long time. His death was sudden but I guess the plus point was the relieve he got.
Another positive. My grandfather helped us with the lottery! First Prize! I don't really know how the different types of lottery work but I guess though the winnings were not much after splitting it among the families, they were still pretty substantial. I guess winning touched me more than the money did cause my grandfather used to love buying 4D tickets and I can only imagine him blessing us with this as a sign that he is looking out for us.
On another note. I didn't sleep at all last night. (Shout out to my amazing friend, Pam, for staying up and keeping me company the whole while < 3.) Idk.. Think sometimes I forget that he really has passed on.
Magic Trick
Tribute to my gonggong.
A volunteer?
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.
Lies down in a box; the box. Tight.
Amazing cloth, always velvet.
Catch her scarlet smirk before she's gone.
Black girl, black box, black cloth.
Silver swords, silver saws, silver spikes.
Red girl, red box, red cloth?
Black Death.
No.
No cloth. No box. No girl.
Aha!
Magical cry, magical chant, magical prayer!
Puff of smoke!
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.
Now.
Beige boy. Brown box. Golden cloth.
Trembling cry. Diligent chant. Holy prayer.
Incense smoke.
Grandpa?
But let's just focus on the positives. Well, my grandfather was very sick with cancer so his last days were in acute pain. At least, he is able to be pain free now. He passed away about the same timing of the day as my grandmother did so I'd like to think that they are now holding hands and being their diabetic selves with each other. He looked so much more at peace asleep then he had been in a long time. His death was sudden but I guess the plus point was the relieve he got.
Another positive. My grandfather helped us with the lottery! First Prize! I don't really know how the different types of lottery work but I guess though the winnings were not much after splitting it among the families, they were still pretty substantial. I guess winning touched me more than the money did cause my grandfather used to love buying 4D tickets and I can only imagine him blessing us with this as a sign that he is looking out for us.
On another note. I didn't sleep at all last night. (Shout out to my amazing friend, Pam, for staying up and keeping me company the whole while < 3.) Idk.. Think sometimes I forget that he really has passed on.
Magic Trick
Tribute to my gonggong.
A volunteer?
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.
Lies down in a box; the box. Tight.
Amazing cloth, always velvet.
Catch her scarlet smirk before she's gone.
Black girl, black box, black cloth.
Silver swords, silver saws, silver spikes.
Red girl, red box, red cloth?
Black Death.
No.
No cloth. No box. No girl.
Aha!
Magical cry, magical chant, magical prayer!
Puff of smoke!
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.
Now.
Beige boy. Brown box. Golden cloth.
Trembling cry. Diligent chant. Holy prayer.
Incense smoke.
Grandpa?
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