Joaquin Miller; Songs of the Sun-Lands

The charm, of memory is that it is
choosy, chancy and temperamental;
it rejects the edifying cathedral
and indelibly photographs the small
boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon
in the dust. (Click for pictures.)


Wednesday, June 30
how do you get a guy off your couch?Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
1:18 PM
Sunday, June 27
my appeal for business wasnt successful.Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
11:07 AM
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
6:38 AM
Friday, June 25
after 30 months of being with someone, its always frightening to realise that he's not the person he appears to be. i never knew our relationship had cracks. which makes it all the more worse. all those times i was safe and secure in the relationship, was actually groundless. felix has always appeared to be steady like a rock to me. i was always proud of his maturity and ability to make me grow up. and then suddenly i realise its all a farce. his insecurities outnumber mine. and he has been keeping all of his reigned in all these years. after so many years with me, the level of trust has evidently not been enough. which makes me feel quite rotten really. because i was believed in him to be the one secure enough to deal with MY insecurities. now i realise i was mistaken. sorely mistaken. apparently felix's ex girlfriend left him for a taller strong silent kind of guy. which kind of moulded his vision of what being a perfect boyfriend entails. so he says he has been putting up a front for all these years. strong and silent. he's afraid to let me meet his girlfriends because he's afraid ill see a different aspect to him, different from the macho image he tries to portray. he's afraid to hang out with me and my girls because he's petrified of embarrassing me. or himself in front of myself. which is ironic because i loved him enough to accept him flaws and all. coupled with a whole lot of other issues like financial woes, etc, i really couldnt catch up with him. its like i feel betrayed because the entire relationship was a farce. totally. but on the otherhand im not pigheaded to think that the demise of the relationship was entirely his fault. i kept straying. to find excitement. find love and attention. it just wasnt working. i wanted a guy who will pamper me. felix never did. i felt dissatisfied. he felt pressured. the perfect recipe for disaster. now he professes to change. he says he's goin to open up. get in touch with his inner child. but now suddenly he was been reduced in my eyes. he sends me flowers. writes me letters. but they all drone on and on about the same thing. how he's sorry he's been puttin up a front. etc etc. i understand, i really do. but i feel really really ready to move on. and there's mark whom im starting to like. who's refreshingly candid. its so ironic once again. felix is being left for a different kind of guy again. i think felix has some serious psychological issues he needs to work out. the obsessive compulsive nature that has worried me occasionally now becomes something more potentially explosive. i will always have felix in my heart. i have told becky that once. that no matter what happens, he was there during my formative years. and shaped me indirectly. but i think i must move on. and what pains me is that my best friend doesnt understand. she thinks im jumping the gun by getting with mark. which i also understand. but i wish she would be less judgemental.Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
1:29 PM
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
4:56 AM
Monday, June 7
*hysterical laughter* ooh im going kl with sharon jingyi and jiaying this weekend. oohlala. im so excited, even though my trip is on borrowed (jiaying's) money.Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
6:56 PM
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
6:42 PM
Saturday, June 5
my grandpa's really good now. he's been to hell, but he's back, and better than ever. the pressure against his brain is relieved and now his legs are mobile, and he seems a whole lot more agile and healthy. my grandma's face has got a dozen more lines etched onto it, but her sacrifice is appreciated by him and marvelled at by us. inspiring us to somehow emulate the gentle but surehanded way she deals with crises. how her unflagging optimism cheers him up; how she still worries that her kids, all grown up now, are still having proper meals; how she selflessly tends to his needs; how he patiently waits for her to come back from dinner so she can take him to the loo...it just makes me wanna smile, and pray that i'll have marital bliss akin to theirs. a ripe union all the way till their twilight years. no matter the foul moods, no matter the worries, they have each other and the power of it is beautiful to witness..Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
9:44 PM
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
9:39 PM
Thursday, June 3
the past day has been absolute hell for the family. my grandpa apparently suffered a mild stroke last evening which left him incapable of speech for a good 12 hours, leaving my grandma panicky and very very distraught and each and every one of his sons and daughters immeasurably worried. by morning today though he had recovered, but there was still the issue of a ct scan of his brain to contend with. by afternoon everyone was a wreck and when the neurosurgeon came in to give us news of the scan, my 2 aunties were too overwhelmed to cope with all. it was a doctor called dr seah who first insisted in a very very whiney voice that we all go into his office to have a little chat, including my grandma. at that point in time my aunties were all frightened out of their wits because it could only mean bad news. they werent too sure if they should bring grandma in because none of the sons were around to decide if my grandma was to be told the news. also if my grandma were to be called in, that would leave me grandpa alone to entertain all sorts of morbid thoughts which would only drive his bp us further more. so the doctor got all impatient and decided to get on with his little chat. according to him, there is a blood vessel on the peripheral of his brain which has been nicked and hence its bleeding, and the mass of blood is creating some pressure on the rest of his right brain which could prove fatal in the long run. the only solution is to um, in layman's terms, drill a hole through the skull and drain the blood. at which i desperately wished i paid more attention during bio pracs so i could make some sense of the slides he was showing us! so my aunties further unravelled right before my eyes and called down my uncle rick, so that he could take charge and make some kind of decision and further talk to dr seah. tears and emotions ran freely; everybody was tired, and even though i was worried sick, i felt distanced because there was nothing constructive i could do..emotions run high and low as everybody found something strange to laugh hysterically at, probably to relieve some tension - like how there's a sign that switches itself on when the bedrest is upright, and the sign reads "bed is incompletely down" and everyone found that stupid and inappropriately amusing. tomorrow he will most likely be operated on, within half an hour we are told, and i pray he'll be fine. when i first arrived and he opened his eyes to look at me, my aunties reminded him that i was "meng-ler" (teochew for amanda), i cried. because even though sometimes i resent him for being so uptight, i wouldnt ever want him taken away from me. ever.Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
9:54 PM
Wednesday, June 2
happened to chance upon my old blog raszgoddessed.blogspot.comSwirls and whirls
and butterflies.
6:01 PM
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and butterflies.
3:56 PM
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- Rudyard Kipling
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No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says:
The things have been.
- Samuel Boyse