Friday, November 19, 2010

Letters, Strings and All 15

I can only give you love that lasts forever
And a promise to be near each time you call
And the only heart I own
It's for you and you alone
That's all, that's all.

I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall
And a love whose burning light
Will warm the winter night
That's all, that's all

There are those, I am sure, who have told you
They would give you the world for a toy
All I have are these arms to enfold you

And a love time can never destroy

If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small
Say it's me that you'll adore
For now, til' ever more
That's all, that's all

I've been playing this song over and over again in my head for the longest time. I spotted it one time on the shelves and I felt it spoke the words my heart could not. I can't tell you that I can give you the world but I can give you everything that I own. I'll give you my world. I love you.

Tara


Monday, November 15, 2010

Hey guys,

So much so for wanting to retire to bed early. I suppose like many other things in life and in this world, people do have different and sometimes, polar opposite definitions for the same thing, such as going to bed early. All right, my laptop clock says 3.01 AM as I begin this entry and still I don't think I'm tired.

I have always had trouble sleeping because I think I like the night better. I like that it's quiet, I like that that's when your entire day winds down, good and bad day alike. I like that everyone is just coming down from a high of sorts and getting ready for bed and kissing their loved ones good night. Don't get me wrong, I love to sleep, no doubt about that. I love being dead to the rest of the world. On an awful day, I could sleep for more than 10 hours. I said awful only because I know it's not healthy and usually it collides into the rest of my schedule and it takes at least two days to get my act back together. Trust me when I say I know it's taking a toil on my health. Sleep is my nicotine, my drug. I worship SLEEP! I'm not ashamed to say that but I would actually like to change that routine for something better. And I know that it'd be better because not only I get to keep sleeping for 8, 9 hours, I'll also have a healthier life. Maybe.

I once thought having a room to myself and a bed would change things but it only fueled the bad habit of not sleeping because now I can do whatever I want and stay up as late as I can. Such as writing this blog. OK, so the clock shows 3.35 AM.

I am turning 24 in less than ten days and I want to see change. So, change.

Good night guys. Or good morning.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Aubrey

And Aubrey was her name,
A not so very ordinary girl or name.
But who's to blame?
For a love that wouldn't bloom
For the hearts that never played in tune.
Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing,
Take away the words that rhyme it doesn't mean a thing.

And Aubrey was her name.
We triped the light and dance together to the moon,
But where was June?
No it never came around.
If it did, it never made a sound
Maybe I was absent or was listening too fast,
Catching all the words but then the meaning going past

But God I miss the girl,
And I'd go a thousand times around the world just to be
Closer to her than to me.

And Aubrey was her name,
I never knew her but I loved her just the same.
I loved her name.
Wish that I had found the way
And the reasons that would make her stay.
I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest.
If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best.

But how I miss the girl
And I'd go a million times around the world just to say
She had been mine for a day

Taking a leap of faith

Hey guys,

I thought I write you a post about what I've been doing for the past couple weeks.

As of 29 October 2010, I have left my previous job at a copywriting firm. The once bizarre and surreal dream has finally come to an end. And it's quite ironic because just a week before my last, I have bared my soul about what I thought about my life and my job to my ex-boss and colleagues during a sharing session. And she, my ex-boss, had promised me that however long I am going to take to figure out if I want to be a copywriter, she is going to support me. Guess sometimes promises are indeed meant to be broken and naivety isn't always a virtue. Anyway, it's been a good chapter, an almost good year. I have learnt a lot about writing and I have made great friends. Though I still can't be 100% sure what I want to do (given my current sticky circumstances), at least now I have an inkling what I don't want to do. Boss, I know you aren't going to read this but I wanna say thank you. You have given me a chance and because of that, I am deeply grateful. I wish you the best with the firm and everything else you have got going in life.

OK, off to something silghtly more cheery now. Let's talk about my blog, my other blog. It's probably a semi-open secret by now. As you all know, I am an aspiring writer and wish to make my mark as a reputable fiction writer. I've adopted the pseudonym, Liesl T, and have put up most of every essential component a blog requires to run. What's lacking now are the characters' profiles and this Please Donate Generously If You Like What You Read thingy. My blog partner thinks it's a great idea. And also, the prologue and chapter 1 are up. There may be slight changes for the end of chapter 1. I'm still playing with clarity and flow so it complements the beginning of chapter 2 which I am totally racking my brains over now. You guys just check back here for the blog address or simply, if you already know me, do check out facebook and twitter. Constructive comments will be much appreciated. I haven't been real inspired to write about anything but I pray to God that that would soon change. Like now would be nice. I am aiming to officially release the blog in two weeks' time.

What else is up and coming is that I recently got back from Batam, one of the many many commercialized islands of Indonesia and a recent headline in the local newspapers. I really don't like it there which makes it quite impossible for me to ever wanna return but for those who are looking to visit, don't let me stop you. I am sure there are many good places and parts in Batam I have yet discover. Continuing on the topic of traveling, I am going to the Chinese embassy tomorrow to apply for a visa to go to China for at least 3 months. I have never been to China and I don't know if I want to but I wouldn't know until I've actually experience it so I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that there is Starhub cable TV there.

I'm treating it like a sort of sabbatical, a span of time where I'll discover and reacquaint with myself and my love for writing and people and if I really do enjoy traveling like I have imagined I would be. If it works out, I know that I've made another good step towards something great and that I have accomplished or even overcome something. I am really looking forward to it. After China, that is if my visa application comes through and that I return early next February, I'll be making plans for a second trip. I'll be meeting my soulmate for the first time. She's potentially flying to Singapore next June and we'll both embark on a trip around South East Asia. We'll be leaving our marks in countries like Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia and whatnots. We'll see. I better not turn up to be a dork and totally embarass myself.

Well, I'll talk to you guys next time!

Friday, October 15, 2010

OK, I’m going back to the roots.

I came into the office today and instantly pumped up the volume of Avril Lavigne’s songs on my laptop. I found a collection of remix versions of her old albums. Oh yes, I am a closeted (and now open) Avril fan. I remembered listening to her very first single, Complicated, when I was 17. I was introduced to that song by my then online girlfriend. Fell in love (with Avril, not the online girlfriend) and immediately went out to get the album. After the CD was done playing Complicated which happened to be the first song of the album and moved on to the next track and the next, a sense of doubt was looming over me. I was thinking, ‘hey, maybe her music isn’t my cup of tea.’ The background music was so loud and without the lyric booklet then, I couldn’t make out the words but I refused to give up on it and gave it several more listening. Boy, was I glad I didn’t just put it away and miss out on a large chunk of what could have been good music and writing. It became a staple of my high school life and as of today, I have reacquainted my love for Avril’s music.

Talking about roots, I was thinking of about digging up all my writing projects that I have pretty much put on hold for 8 years now. I have enlisted the help of an old friend (a wonderful man) to work with me on this writer’s blog (notice the play on word on writer’s block) that allows aspiring writers to come together to share and publish their work. I was watching The Amazing Race Asia last night and realised (quite awkwardly and painfully) what the acronyms happen to stand for. Wow, it took my breath away and instantly I felt a sharp pain in my heart and abdominal areas. I was not kidding. It was not good at all. I suppose the blog is my next (poor) attempt at getting myself back on track. I know if I could try to recreate or rekindle some sort of a passion and control over my life, I can heal. And I would like to heal very much.

Watch out for that new blog.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Thought I share this:

Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), he was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008. --

"I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable. Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife. And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers. The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy. I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom. So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper. Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy. After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average. Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much. That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste. If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average. What you should prepare for is mess.

Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows. What does this mean for you?

It is good that your life is over. Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free. The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable. Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.

I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone. Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It's far easier to find a reason not to love someone than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart. You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it."

So there you go. Life's pretty much it.Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

i am living my life in snippets of fantasy and dreams
leave me be and
soon enough i'll crawl out from that hole
and learn a world i never knew
speak a language that is cold and distant
i have to stop using my heart now