Love is in the air

The season of summer has always been associated with the blossoming of fruitful relationships. Summer is the season of romance, a time when spirits shine, passions heat up, and love permeates the air. As seen in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, the adventures of four Athenian lovers bear fruit as they consummate their love at the end of the play, amid a lush forest in the midst of a warm summer night.

However the heart is a fickle thing. As the days get darker, passions cool, the feet gets colder, and the heart freezes over. As winter arrives, the winds of change have blown away the warm sails of a summer romance, until all that's left is the cold, barren, lifeless landscape of a relationship solstice. As Taylor Swift has so beautifully put: "and then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept in to my mind. You gave me all your love, and all i gave you was goodbye".

Yet the winter of 2011 appears to be different. Love is in the air. Everywhere i look around. Love is in the air. Every sight and every sound. And I don't know if im being foolish. Don't know if im being wise in saying this...BUT IS IT JUST ME OR IS EVERYONE FUCKING GETTING TOGETHER??!

Like wow, so many couples forming over this winter season, and more appears to be on the precipice of doing so. No need to name names, they know who they are.

All of a sudden i feel so JI. And what started off as a cute innocent nickname (i hope) is now threatening to become my reality. They say that if you're miserable single, you'll be miserable in a relationship; while it is true that i don't need to find a significant other to achieve self-fulfillment, MAN is it going to be awkward hanging out with the group when everyone else is holding hands. I thought the cold is meant to deter people from each other, but it seems to have only served to drive individuals closer together in their search for the comfort and warmth of another human soul.

I should be feeling happy for them. I guess I do, that fleeting moment of happiness when you first find out. But then you start to despair, as you think about the state of your own life (yes im quoting HIMYM, so what?). Despite all this, i remain optimistic, because i know that my aequus, my nox in shining armour,  is getting here as fast as her noble steed will take her, to save me from this winter solstice and deliver me to equinox.
And I don't know if I'm just dreaming . Don't know if I feel sane. But it's something that I must believe in.

Love is in the air.

I havnt thought of a fitting title yet

This is actually from a piece i wrote a while back, before i even saw When Five Fell. But it seems to fit perfectly.


I always thought you were just laying it on thick,
When you said that i was too sweet for you.
I never thought you actually meant it.

This is me.
I remember the times we've spent as if it were yesterday.
Just thinking about it makes me feel soft and gooey inside.
I still remember all those sleepless nights we shared,
Huddled together in front of the computer screen,
Listening to the humdrum of pouring rain.
Oh how you depended on me, day after day, night after night.
In times of distress, where others provided a shoulder to lean on,
I devoted my entire existence to you.
Spoonful by spoonful, I let your problems consume me.
But my love for you was so strong I sacrificed myself willingly.
In my eyes, you were beautiful.
An angel.
Your lips would melt me like a hot summer day.
I never once called you fat,
Despite you often accusing me of making you so.
We were inseparable, you and I.
You were the bread, and i was the butter.
Your sweet scent as we traveled together during the day,
The sound of your heartbeats as we fell asleep together at night,
These were the happiest memories of my life.

I never got over our separation.
You were the only one for me.
When you left, you took a part of me with you.
Now this is me, sitting alone in the darkness.
Half empty.

Lone wolf

along this dark road i journey alone
without a destination or a way home.
no light in the sky to guide my way
never able to distinguish night from day.
unable to discern the passage of time
trudging forwards as if im blind.
melancholy is the song i sing
emptiness the only baggage i bring.
solitude on the tip of my tongue
loneliness the familiar tune i hum.
where i walk no one will follow
not even my own trusted shadow.
it doesn't matter how hard i try
i have wings but i cannot fly.

When i fell

http://songsforcinema.com/album/when-five-fell
(listen to this soundtrack as you read this in a loud whisper)

She was never like all the other girls. Her eyes gave it away. They were always looking into the distance. Dreaming of a faraway land, with white washed shores and cherry blossom rain.

This is me. If my life has any purpose, it is to take her to anywhere she wants to go. I give her reason to get up in the morning, reason to leave the house, to face the real world.

Anyone can claim to have been with her, but how many can say that they've been by her side from the very beginning? To be there for every step of the journey - every moment, every scene, every first. To be a part of it. The first kiss, the first sunset, the first dance in the rain. To be able to walk alongside her, to know the shape of her footprints, the contours of her feet. Hers and mine blurring together in the sand until they are no longer able to be distinguished apart. It is as if the strings of fate have tied our lives together, our paths crisscrossed as far as the eye could see, disappearing over the horizon, entwined forever.

Our story is not one that can be told in words. Every wrinkle, every scar, every little pock mark, tells its own story. Its woven into the very fabric of my existence. After all, words can only take you so far. You'd really have to be there. To a stranger, my features may look worn, weary; the consequences of a hard, neglectful life. But little do they know, they're actually the telltale signs of a life lived to its fullest.

Can you imagine what its like, to know every little detail about the one you love, down to the length of her strides? To come face to face with her bare soul everyday, to feel its warm innocent caress, to witness its breathtaking beauty in all its simplicity? To feel her heartbeats resounding right next to your chest, as if they were your own?

She must know what she does to me. She was the only girl to have ever truly touched my soul. The gentleness of her touch can melt away even the heaviest of burdens, until i feel as if i'm walking on air. How will i ever find someone else to take her place, to fill her shoes? Sometimes i feel as if she is the only one that can take me to where i want to go. Without her by my side, who will i show the world to? Without her, who will i share each moment with? Without her, the word amazing will mean nothing but myriad memories lost in the intricate mazes of my mind. Without her. I cannot live without her.

But now i've realised the truth. The real reason behind why shes so different from all the other girls, the reason that makes her so special. The land she dreams of, the place she wants to go, was never a part of the world i live in. It is a place i cannot take her, a place i cannot go to. It saddens me that our journey will eventually come to an end, that i wont be the one to be by her side, when the sun grows old and the stars fade, and the moon is but a shadow of its former self. It saddens me so much sometimes, that it threatens to tear my heart asunder.

But then i think back to all the moments we've shared together, all the times when its just her and me, all the words, smiles and laughter that's been exchanged, knowing that all of this was real, knowing that they are permanently inked into the fabric of the universe, and that nothing will ever be able to wash them away, and i start to feel okay.

I was not born special. I was never one of a kind. But like any other, i have a story to tell.
This is me.
And this is my story.

You know

It not that im bad when it comes to women.
Im just too ridiculously good at being single.
True story.

5 centimetres per second

thats the speed at which cherry blossoms fall.

two pages per mintue. thats the speed at which amy reads (not skim read, but actually read read).
what a machine.

but the name of my jewish girl is called Elsa Kor, whereas yours is Hannah Green.
so i win :D

Creativity is a bit scarce lately.

but i feel i should write something for the sake of my large number of faithful followers. i know how much my posts mean to all of you, and what an inspiration they are to your daily lives. i know that my wit, humour and literary skills are the only things that give you reason to get up in the morning, to make the long perilous walk from your bed to your laptop. and i know that my writings are the only solace, only form of escape, that you can find from the cold bitter fingers of this cruel harsh world.
its not easy for me to create these masterpieces of literature. but i mustn't be selfish, for the integrity of so many lives depend on them. i know that the gravity of my words amazes and awes to such a great extent that it renders each and every viewer speechless. so much that none can find the courage to comment, for fear of spoiling the pristine beauty of my writing.
your thoughtful intentions will not pass unnoticed.

i know this is a pathetic excuse for a piece of writing, but these are desperate times, for the whimsical novelist Amy Fan has disappeared into the land of dreams, the unsung poet Simon Zhu has retreated into the privacy of his own thoughts, and the master narrator Jeannie Kang has been swept away by the windy city. im afraid this is all i can offer you for now, my dear beloved followers. but do not despair, do not weep.
instead, rejoice, my riveted readers, for creativity shall once again flow through the myriad corridors of my mind.
in due time there will be more pieces of brilliance for you to enjoy, to chase away the monotony of your holidays, to dispel the boredom that threatens to suffocate you.