Lights.

Distaste

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:24:00 +0800

It took merely one swift action for the hyperbolic motion of his arm to bring his head towards the wall. The absence of hesitation and the sudden cessation of whimpering branded the current situation as different from the other times. The limp form, now in fetal position, lay still on the cheap tiled floor of the room and began to shiver vigorously. A puddle started forming around his hips. Embarrassed, he pulled his knees closer to his shivering chest and the whimpering started again.

Overpowering hands immediately grabbed his shoulders and shoved them against the wall and he was made to stand at attention. With slightly bent knees, his distressed body took a defeatist stance as his eyes were flickering from left to right, exposing his desire for escape.

The intermittent sound of leather rubbing against denim was but the half-time bell of this one-sided fight. Upon hearing it, the body cried out in agony and brought his knees onto the floor. Fear had paralysed once again and words were barely uttered.

With only one hand, his body was yanked up against the wall. The other hand, wrapped in leather, had fingers tightly gripping onto the harbinger of discipline.

One. He barely managed a weak “no… pleas…” and before he could finish, two.

Pain echoed through the room as he turned his head towards the ceiling, eyes closed, fists clenched, knees slightly bent, form shivering. Sobbing, he slowly lowered his head and his eyes met mine.

As number three was swinging down, I heard her.

“Stop…STOP! STOP! THAT’S MY SON! STOP NOW! ENOUGH!” This was the first time her voice went deep and wet with tears in the presence of the three.

The hand lowered at her voice and the next sound I remembered was the crack of the metal tab of a beer can.

At this point, my arms were around his shivering body, picking him up and into his bed.

Maybe I should go back to Bukit Batok

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 16:46:10 +0800

Maybe I should go back to Bukit Batok

In case I forget

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 16:45:29 +0800

In case I forget

Credibility aside

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 09:39:00 +0800

“There is much to be thankful for” is a statement oft found on my lips. Yet, toying with the idea of oblivion has emerged once again and this has only been shared with a few. Only two, to be exact. It does not stem from my inability to see God’s objective in life post salvation. Neither does it rise from an inability to recognise the bestowed good things. This action of entertaining the idea of death is, in fact, absolutely disgusting to me.

I am disgusted that I think this way.

After much reevaluation, my only conclusion is my fear of failing. There is a nagging underlying fear of making a wrong decision that might cause me to suffer the consequences for the rest of my life. Every decision we make impacts our next in so many ways I cannot even bring myself to face. This fear is normal, yet, it parades my immaturity and lack of faith in God so conspicuously that I am ashamed in God’s presence. Lacking the ability to consider His sovereignty causes a slight disturbance in me being able to objectively continue to be joyful in the things I engage in presently.

Far from being a cry for help, explicitly expressing this indirectly aids in magnifying the blessings I have and the silliness this thinking involves. With this, I thank God for giving us language.

Cause if my fear’s right, I risk to lose you And if I just might wake up alone Bring on the...

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 15:47:00 +0800

Cause if my fear’s right, I risk to lose you

And if I just might wake up alone

Bring on the night

Bring on the night.

The Xx, once again, kneads all these heart-wrenching emotions together, bakes them into little bittersweet bites and feeds them slowly to the sufferers of the unrequited.

I: Hi Uncle. Geylang, Lorong 8.

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 14:58:53 +0800

I: Hi Uncle. Geylang, Lorong 8.
Taxi Driver: Okay. You Thai ah?
I: No, I'm not.
Taxi Driver: Then? You Myanmar ah?
I: No, I'm not Burmese. I'm Singaporean.
Taxi Driver: You so fast Singaporean ah?

"Cute is when your personality shines through your looks. Like, when you see someone’s personality in..."

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 14:10:21 +0800

““Cute is when your personality shines through your looks. Like, when you see someone’s personality in the way they walk and you just feel like hugging them every time you see them.””

- Natalie Portman (via quote-book)

After a chase up the temple steps, I finally got this shot. What...

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 00:28:00 +0800

After a chase up the temple steps, I finally got this shot.

What happens to culture when it is preserved primarily for revenue? I wonder if these monk/model types are a product of the nation’s attempt to wring dry the remains of their history (with foreign aid, oh the irony) to sustain a slowly developing economy. After being greeted with pictures of poverty at almost every tourist spot, I find it hard to believe that most of the locals would support such an endeavor if not for the monetary transfer it provided from the hands of the privileged to some of the hungry children of Cambodia, who’re either hankering tourists with their trinkets or who simply say “Dollar?” with outstretched palms.

Angkor Wat, Cambodia, March 2012

I remember being completely aghast as I noticed how these monks...

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 00:14:00 +0800

I remember being completely aghast as I noticed how these monks were modelling for a group of what seemed like tourist photographers when a fellow Cambodian was directing their poses according to directions from the lead photographer. What a way to own a slash occupation. Monk-slash-model.

Angkor Wat, Cambodia, March 2012

Footsteps go lighter

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 00:11:00 +0800

Stirring, I check that I’ve only been asleep for less than the desired minimum six hours.

Disappointed, I make a couple of attempts to return to the comfort of peaceful rest.

Tossing, I try hard to stick to strict self-imposed sleeping patterns and positions all in the name of better daylight appearances.

Giving up, I lay in bed in utter disgust at my poor sleeping habits and send a prayer skywards for blessings and grace.

Then, suddenly, I notice.

I don’t dream of you anymore.

Oh, the beauty of a healed subconscious mind. Haunting nights with that gripping effect greet my sudden morning wakes no more. I realise I no longer hold disdain against what we once shared. It’s been a long time and I don’t dream of you anymore.

It’s been a long time and I don’t dream of you at all, any more.

Made with Paper

Wed, 02 May 2012 14:57:13 +0800

Made with Paper

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Wed, 02 May 2012 10:55:41 +0800

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I Can Almost See You - Hammock

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 10:58:25 +0800

Me: oh Hammock. Where have you been all my life?
Ryan: Nashville, Tennessee.

Moonlit Sailor - Sunbeams

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 10:57:16 +0800

Me: IT HAS ONE DISLIKE! Oh no!
Ryan: That can't be right. Must have been a wrong click.

Hold on tightly, let go lightly.

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 09:02:00 +0800

Now, fall asleep, Hop into it, these blatant circumstances.
But the fear of the night seems illegitimate,
To falter by virtue of midnight visitations and early morning wakes.
But the fear of these dreams appear to be my fate.

Dreamless nights, where have you been all night?
In trembling, these eyes wake
And this body tries, with all its might
To focus, channel the mind’s fleeting thoughts,
To fight.

“On broken wings, I’m falling and it won’t be long”
For Thy will to be my song;
For Thy grace to render me strong
That these fears, no longer will prolong.

These fears, bluntly stated.
To wonder, if longing reciprocated.
Understand, these thoughts be eliminated.
And instead, to Your grace, be related.

Exhausted, I fall to my knees.

“If my heart has one ambition,
If my soul, one goal to seek,
This my solitary vision,
‘Til I only dwell in Thee.”

tinywrld: Imagine you are all alone in a desert island and it...

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 00:23:04 +0800

tinywrld:

Imagine you are all alone in a desert island and it is pitch dark. What do you think you’ll see? An ode to the dim lights of the night brought to life by amazing trickery of lenses, dollies, leds and a lot of patience. This is nothing short of a sixth sense to appreciate the complex beauty of nature.

The same haunts with dissimilar partnersall in efforts of eradicatingmemories of the ones pastin...

Fri, 30 Mar 2012 11:35:00 +0800

The same haunts with dissimilar partners
all in efforts of eradicating
memories of the ones past
in hope of creating clean canvases.

With Eyes on Fire, Promises were made
only to see the Inevitable
forcefully placed in your grasp.

So What are Words
if Kids was what it made you both.

Now arises the need to grapple with Consequence
and have Trouble Sleeping as a companion.
The Running seeks to dampen desire.
Now, fall asleep, Hop into it, these blatant circumstances.

"Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose."

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 00:05:19 +0800

“Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.”

- C.S Lewis (St. Augustine)

tinywrld

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 23:03:35 +0800

tinywrld

Always some free good.

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 00:32:00 +0800

Always some free good.:

OPEN LIBRARY, my new found love.