Saturday, February 06, 2010

Thoughts



Yes I'm still alive and well. It's 2010!

Having spent the last hour taking a retrospective on my previous blog posts the last four / five years was bittersweet.

It made me realise a few things. That I genuinely love my friends Anna, Diana, Riccardo and Guillaume and they really care about me.

It also made me realise that I had been chasing for emotional fulfillment and had not been a very happy person in that respect.

Thirdly, I am a workaholic. That isn't a bad thing but work is something that gives me fulfillment to make up for the emotional vaccum.

However, I think I've had it good. And i will continue to make it better. Always be hopeful and be positive not only in thought but also in action.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Ben

I guess friendship can blossom into love and love can become friendship. I always wonder why people associate feelings with the heart. When one is happy, you feel it in your whole being. When you are in love, you feel it from your head to your toes. When someone tells you he doesn't love you anymore, that's when you feel the pain in the heart. We learn new things everyday.

Time

It had been a long six months. I'm glad I'm writing again.

No it hadn't been eventful. No love found and no love lost. I've been thinking about Ben. I wonder if he thinks of me. It probably doesn't matter. Time heals and time erases.

My friend Anna has found love. So has Diana, not the perfect situation but I am still happy for her. I think we have to be hopeful. Ricky has moved to BKK with Philip. Even the world's biggest love cynic Jerome is in honeymoon bliss. Pet-me has got a hot bourgeoisie garçon. In the six months, everyone around me fell in love.

When I think back about all the friends that I've made, I feel lucky. For they know me for who I am and we really care for each other. These friends I know will still be friends in the next 50 years.

There is something in the air. A change is coming. It will engulf me. I won't see it coming. We must be hopeful. Because sometimes that's all we got.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Emerging from the shadows...

Saturday, December 08, 2007

I love Zumanity



Saturday, November 17, 2007

Stéphane Pompougnac

It was at Zouk last night Stéphane smiled at me.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Desperately seeking Eric

In all the years of meeting so many men.... men of all ages, sizes and backgrounds, nationalities, for the first time, I feel a strong desire to meet someone closer to my image. Someone spunkly, intelligent and around my age. Good manners is a big plus. But I'm married to my work. I can't do routine anymore. Being single is becoming really tired.

But no, I'm not getting desperate. In fact, I'm kind of holding out. Holding out for what? I don't know. It's not like I have a horde of men banging down my door. Not even one. Not a single one. At the moment, it's kinda mechanical. Feels kinda empty.

If even the ugly ones can find someone they like and like them back, then I prolly will meet someone eventually. Someone around my age, spunky and intelligent. I can say i'm the problem, I can say i'm the centrifugal force all along but I won't. Because I am not.

I'm great, spunky and intelligent. If I deserve me, the others must be missing out.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Norma or Medea?

I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. I've been complaining too much. Becoming very unmotivated and seemed to have lost interest in general. I'm doing nothing much these days except work, going to the gym and listening to Maria Callas.

I should get out and meet people, be a super ultra slut again. Or I'll just settle for falling in love and have two kids and a picket fence. My life needs some drama. I've also thought my life would be extraordinary. It would be filled with great happiness and major disappointments. But it will be remembered. Just like Maria Callas, I've been listening to two of her most famous roles recently - Norma and Medea.


Norma, a druid high priestess, had two children with Pollione, a roman warrior. He meets stupid slut Adalgisa, a member of Norma's sorority, also a priestess, and has an illicit affair with her. Norma finds out and rages war on the romans. Pollione is caught and brought back to Norma and her people. She tells her people there is a traitor amongst them. Of course she was referring to stupid slut Adalgisa. But she realised that she herself was guilty of doing the nasty with a roman. In an act of self-guilt and her love for Pollione, she exclaims that it is she! For that, Norma must die. But she knows that she will die with Pollione. The cheating bastard seeing that Norma chooses to perish with him, re-ignites his love for Norma. Both sing their everlasting love for each other while being burnt alive in the pyre of fire.


Medea's story is world-renowned. She like Norma, has two children, with Jason. She finds out Jason wants to marry Glauce, also a stupid slut. Long story short, when she found out, she killed Glauce with a poisoned dress and Creon, Glauce's father. To hurt Jason further, she kills her two own children and flees.

My point is, would you rather live a pointless, bland and boring life or live a life like Norma and Medea? If you find out that your lover cheats on you, would your revenge be like Norma's or Medea's?