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  • Many moons, you still provoke.

    2013-08-20 12:42AM / 標準BLOG



    Many moons, you still provoke.

  • freedom from the known

    2009-01-03 6:37AM / 標準BLOG



    turns up a miasma of implausible convolutions ...

    when you feel like caving into something you know is so wrong ... yet unbridled spontaneity seem to tug wildly at those heartstrings, orchestrating the meek guarded heart beats into an escalated crescendo .... what should one do ? to seek freedom from the known ? or save oneself from yet another vicious cycle ? 

    i go to mac donald's and wait to see if chicken nuggets will help ; ) or ... i think about long term probable ramifications versus short-term immediate pleasure . and sometimes the here and now deserves to take priority over what one may think happens later ....
     ultimately . the moments last only an instant .... and the right person or action to match exactly to that moment leaves a lifetime of memory .

    i gulp another carlsberg to tame the butterflies
     and calm my frayed nerves 
      of deliberation . 
    of crucifixion.
    of waiting . 
    of wanting. 
    of confusion.
    of compulsion.
    i wish the glow from my blackberry would illuminate the answered smile . 



    love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women ) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to only one woman)



    i want my bitch now . 
  • guiled gravity

    2008-12-27 3:56AM / 標準BLOG

    the cliff hanger of quarter life crisis ,
    the caffeine that douses the soul 
    and the drenched lashes that droop with heavy weightiness . 
    a frown ,
    the wrinkled bags from nights that never end .
    the wrench , 
    the collapsing of breaths that break into murmured sobs .
    stolen white tees that smell of a memory . 
    draped,worn in pain that linger past time healed .
    the wind blows ,
    the silence calls
    what does the sign read . where do i go from here .
    strength that clawed the nails thin .
    instability my only friend . insanity my only solace . 
    pills my only remedy . my mind the only tragedy . 

    sq. 21 4th feb 06 -3 am . new york-singapore



    leave a light on for me ....



    its friday night 

    and i'm hoping in this liquid wasteland 

    that i will find someone with wide open eyes ...

    the moist looking type where it seems like they're either shining bright 

    or trying to hold back tears 




  • the first time .....

    2008-12-06 3:20PM / 標準BLOG

     

    geroge michael's song "the first time" does its slow pirouettes round the vinyl machine...

    the slow hypnotic trance transports us back into an era long gone ....

     

    it taunts us ....

     

    captivates us ....

     

    ohhhh ......

     

    no .....

    i'm not talking about my first lesbian experience ... haha .. you wish !

    although i do love the light in this very tantalizing senusual photo ....haha.

    i'm here to unravel...

     the very first time ..... andrew , wing and i first met ....

    *dramatic drum roll *

    *faints *

     

    i cannot believe this vintage picture from my ancient scrapbook actually got to see the light of day ... haha

    *etchy and pat hussled me into this .etchy promised not to steal this precious scrapbook of mine and never , let me repeat , NEVER to scare the living daylights of everyone with his blue steel death comes to me gazes *

    so andrew and i met way back in singapore when he was here to do a movie ....i think ....actually, i have no idea how we met ! haha! but we did and miraculously by a stroke of good luck , met for the second time in hk to do my first  gatorade commercial in china . i was a trembling nervous little girl hoping that my partner in crime would be nice . and "uncle "andrew made it all comfortable ! thank you !

    i think andrew can probably tell you more about the gruelling conditions for the shoot . it was minus five degrees and we had to pretend it was the sahara desert . i had to wear the tiniest piece of clothing that couldn't contain my sanity and heat . on top of that , i had water sprayed all over me , dripping like it were sweat ...*bbrrrrrrrrr coldddddd*....i think i lost a few fingers to frost bite that day along with the chattering of worn out teeth ...

    the all  imperative massive chinese army coat and the cook show waiting bed ....

    the thick bundled commanding green insulator , together with the firewood that crackled and simmered below the bed ,kept us all warm and toasty while waiting for our shots... almost felt like we were being cooked for dinner , with the fire burning into a frenzy below us, waiting to be served to these crazy villagers in chang chuen .... i just thank god it wasn't full fledged winter ....it could've been worse!

    kudos to all actors who have to withstand the extreme elements to bring us good performances . you deserve to be lauded !

    wow ... andrew .....

     it's been a  good decade since that day ...

    haha ....

    and to think we would meet again on alivenotdead  ((hugs))

     

    next post -wing shya....

  • requiem for a dream

    2008-12-05 5:52AM / 標準BLOG

    alive not dead !!!

    so etchy and pat set foot on singapore soil with a mission to breathe life into the living dead...

    one who has been dormant with a pulse that is barely audible ...

    and perhaps they might have succeeded...in yanking me back ...(with massive force , abuse and childish threats no less...but really , it was the free amazing 'AND' cap that had me bought. thank you , thank you thank you.)

    so here she is once more ,

    laid bare before you ,

    waiting to be ravished ...

    let not this lambent flame burn out its wicker ...

     

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