It's an awkward transition between running at top speed and finding time to breathe and chill out. Despite the multitude of achievements for the year, I feel strangely empty.

Oh well, I'm not gonna let the grey skies pull me down.

I feel rather daunted at the fact that life doesn't really give you second chances. Most of the times, admitting that you've fucked up clearly isn't enough. We get once chance, and it's up to us to blow it.

There's something magical about snuggling with a good book while soft, sweet jazz is being played in the background.

despite the plethora of witticisms and anecdotes, my most honest form of comfort is to draw you close to me and to wrap my arms around you.

Advocating Thinker


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I have had several conversations with many of my friends, gay and straight, in the past few days with regard to the repeal of Section 377A. There were some very heated and passionate pitches on both sides of the fence, and I deliberated their arguements as the conversations ended and a new ones began. Point to moot, we are not of our father's ( Read more... )

A small island of respite despite the sea of madness.

I know my mind screams denial, but I'm going to listen to that tiny voice in my heart.

"Just ride tha waves, and see what the future holds. If you don't expect anything, you're not going to get hurt."

So, I'm just gonna keep on swimming.

I never doubted my intrinsic ability to hurt someone, but sometimes I wonder...

Which one cuts deeper? My words, or the silence that follows?

Despite the fact that I had 7 hours of sleep for the last 4 days, and that the fact that my inner thighs and my hands are sore as hell (it's not what you think, ok?), I'm dragging my sorry ass out of bed at 6.30am on a Sunday Morning so that I can go on a treasure hunt in Sentosa with the United Nations group ( Read more... )

In our little minds, we tend to deal with our lives in absolutes. We measure the events in our lives with what we have, what we can see, what we can do, and what we can hold. We quantify our lives with tangible values. For once, I would like to believe that I can put myself beyond that perspective. I can see the patterns of dichotomy. I understand ( Read more... )