kaleidoscope

Looking through a kaleidoscope...

Twinkling, sparkling, glittering, bedazzling.
Mystical is the word that spells across your mind.
In awe is the feeling the dashes across your heart.
The blending colors and the ever-changing shapes bring one away from the harsh square world into a moment of free space.

A kid yearns for a kaleidoscope to water their thirsting quest on a foreign land of possibilities.

An adult hungers for a kaleidoscope to feed their famished lost hopes.

The science behind it is an invention. The art of crafting it is simple. The thought behind it is delicate.

The joy it brings is boundless.

As I am typing this, I am being brought back to time when I was still a child and how I would always pull my dad’s hand into a games store with a few rows of kaleidoscope being placed on the rack and popping my eye into the tiny hole and bewildering at this mystifying object.

And even as an adult now, my feet tends to take a step back when I walk past a gifts store and peer in to take a glance on whether I could discover this mystical object. On the rare occasions which I manage to find a few rolls of kaleidoscope tucked in a box on shelve, I would not be afraid to tilt my eye to peer into the land of mystery and reviving my hopes even if it is for mere seconds.

Missing Amber..

I slog my guts under the white florescent lights,
but whenever i step out of office into the darkness of night,
there you are..
Waiting for my arrival at the bus-stop.
It is mutual..
U accompanied me through the bus frequency,
while I let a bus or 2 pass by so as to have more time with U..
But now, U r gone...
The cruelty of humans who dislikes Dogs have called for NEA to bring U away..
now I sit here at the bus-stop alone...
My heart turned cold on the thoughts of wad had happen/is happening to U..
My Dear Amber..

creation of song lyric inspired by Gold 90fm

flickering flames..
haunting memories..
sitting alone by the fireplace..

IT started to slide down the corner of my eyes,
and than it started to stream down without control;
these tears of mine..

IT started to build up..
came from my heart, echoed within my body,
and screamed into the vacuum surrounding;
these cries of mine..

No one hears it..
No one sees it..
No one loves it..
And I hate it..
These Desperate feelings of mine..

Flashing thoughts, maimed heart, muted love.
These Desperation of mine..

You see the smiles and the glow of laughter on my face,
because I hid those frowns and the hovering shadow.
woo oh ohh ohhhh..

You don't hear it..
You don't face it..
You don't know it..
And I hate it..
These Desperate feelings of mine..

I want to be numb from these numbing feelings that is conquering me..
Ironic it seems, Is it sunny or raining?

No, I don't know..
No, I don't wish to face it..
No, I don't wanna to stay awake
But.. I have to face it..
These Desperate feelings of mine..

A painting

splash of colors;
exciting. tempting. hard to resist.
Black and white;
despair, loneliness, blank

but how do you describe a life that is both?
I would use a picture to describe it.


this is how the picture would look like:
a river that is dyed in paints from a painter washing his painting brushes at the tip of the river and runs horizontally across the painting canvas.

above the river stands a house and its background which is brushed in various shades of grey. The grass on this side stood motionless and lifeless.

the grass on the opposite side of the river flashes green and sways freely with the movement of the wind.


This is the feeling.
when there s a clear divider that shows the drastic difference and the rightful choice of which side is better, but one can't help drawing its attention on the house that is shaded in monotone and tries to depict the reason behind it.

Sun & Moon, Double expression

Double expression..
Sun & Moon, though existing in the same equatorial but holds double characteristics.

By day, She's bright, crazy, wacky, social butterfly that chats with 101 people.
Funky, listens to R&B

By night, She's quiet.. Dull.. Lonely.. Speaks to Zero person
Romantic, listens to class 95 love songs and jazz.

3rd degree,
endless

2nd degree,
within count of number of fingers on a hands. Some lost, some gain.. Comes and goes..

1st degree,
Near but far. Close by yet away. Like a flame on a candle, sparking and diminishing on and off. Source of light and life. Will be at lost in darkness if the flame gets blown out

失眠- Insomia

失眠但沒失忆
失去但沒失踪
夜难过… 心难过…
播放机放映的不是音符而是痛心的歌词..
心痛已化为心死…
手握的冰不比心寒刺冷.
我的笑容已含在嘴里, 难以浮现.
心以筑成一道不能移动的城牆.
我失去了感觉…

Departure

I turned back and took one last glance at you.
It was foreign when i first met you.
but after so many years, you have become a part of my life, my home.
As i was lugging my last pieces of items to hail a cab to transfer it to my new home, you gave me your last smile and a sweet blessing kiss of goodbye

I saw your radiance and smile. One which i had never come across in the years i had spent in Khatib.
You bloomed with pink flower petals falling with the breeze.
I whispered a Thank you, Goodbye" under my breath.
With mixed feelings of warmth and sadness, i boarded the taxi and told the driver "Ang Mo Kio" as i departed from the estate in the trail of your falling petals.


Isn't this beautiful? this was the last moment i spent in Khatib. The street was filled with this falling pink flower petals, it was so beautiful like Sakura.

With the soft blowing wind against my hair, you brought me the kiss of life.
Subtle and with a soft radiant glow,
You bring to me, hope, dreams and a future
You bring about your Sorrow with Rain,
You bring about your Joy with a Summer Glow
You bring about your Uncertainty with Autumn Leaves
You bring about your Bitterness with the Coldness of Winter wind
Emotional you are,
But with all the moments I spend with you,
I will never ever let you go…

This is the amazing love with I hold for nature…
Everlasting, Pure, and Understanding.
Its moods and thoughts can be seen and felt…
So real it is… and that’s why I love you, Nature

woah.. this is the 1st time i compose a sad chinese love poem..

在夜里播放的爵士音乐放映着我对你的思念
…在这漫长的夜里, 你是否有想起我?
绵被给我反反复复的一举一動给捣乱了.
我心理也一偏混乱…脑海里漂浮的也只是你..
希望抛开这一切怀念, 可是却失败了…
对你的那份爱,只能让 它在夜里围绕着我,吞噬我..

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - Chris Botti