The loudest silences are the ones filled with everything that's been said

Relationship

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 05:28:59 GMT

Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating

You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.
But you may be ready in a couple of years.
You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.
And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.

What's Your Ideal Relationship?

Mumble

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 01:53:23 GMT

I love my job I love my job I love my job....

I am only 28 I am only 28 I am only 28....

Perth

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 14:52:08 GMT

Weather's good. I like it that it's cold enough to layer but not enough to freeze.

The self-drive to Swan Valley with my window wounded down to feel the breeze in my face was satisfying, coupled with an incredibily beautiful and romantic lunch at one of the vineyards.

Laying on the soft velvety grass of King's Park, doing nothing but watch the sun set over Swan River.

Palm and tarot card readings in Freemantle as well as the spooky night tour at Freemantle Prison.

Almost watched Superman Returns in Subiaco but backed out due to an adverse reaction to too much Shiraz and MSG.

But as I am sitting here in Dome's cafe at the Perth airport waiting for my flight to Melbourne, I can hardly wait for my next adventure to commence.

I have this feeling i will love Melbourne more!

Life

Wed, 21 Jun 2006 03:28:39 GMT

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.

Fat

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 17:39:13 GMT

I just had two black pepper chicken sandwiches and a 500 ml carton of soya bean milk from 7-Eleven.

And so for my gym workout tomorrow (actually it's today considering the time now) which I have planned, my body will be burning the carbs from this undesirable late night supper instead of the copious amount that have been stuck in it.

That is if I can actually drag my fat ass to the gym.

I feel real bloated now.

Girlfriend

Mon, 27 Feb 2006 07:26:39 GMT

Mum: Does e_rambler have a girfriend?
Me: Yah. He is dating a malay girl named Nora.
Mum: ......

Suprise

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 17:13:33 GMT

What an unexpected suprise
And a pleasant one too
A chance encounter on MSN
A rekindled connection from the past
I don't really remember the taste of the infamous hor fun and soya bean from Geylang
Or the little late night adventure to an old playground
It's amazing to see how much we have changed in the past 8 years
New jobs, new directions, new relationships and new perspectives
But there are some fundamentals that remain
Thanks for the lovely Saturday evening

Heart

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 14:26:12 GMT

I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I am never without it
Anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done
By only me is your doing, my darling
I fear no fate
For you are my fate, my sweet
I want no world
For beautiful you are my world, my true
and it`s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that`s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart

E.E. Cummings

Try

Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:31:51 GMT

I know you are trying.

And God knows I have tried too.

But there are some places we can't return.

Love

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 03:14:53 GMT

And love is..

knowing the person has the capacity to break your heart.

Style

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 03:46:42 GMT

I've more or less fathom what my working style is after 3 years. And that is my energy level comes in spurts which allows me perform better under pressure or tight deadlines.

Like the way I get a certain high out of the busy schedules that demanded all my attention for the past 7 weeks as well as enjoying the lazy streak in me now that things have begun to slow down.

Okay, this feels really himbotic but I am kinda bored in the office now.

Held

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 04:22:51 GMT

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We would be held

Alternative

Sat, 22 Oct 2005 17:23:13 GMT

The scenario couldn't have been more ordinary.

The son picking up his parents from the Singapore Indoor Stadium after a concert and then heading to supper at Geylang.

Except his parents have been divorced for the past 12 years. And his Dad had remarried.

Probably no one realised that they weren't heading back to the same home and the son had to make a special detour to drop his Dad off at his new home.

Sometimes things aren't the way it seems.

And in Sociology it would probably have qualified as a case study for alternative families.

Evening

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 02:19:06 GMT

It got off to a lousy start.

First I was late in leaving the office. Then I missed the turn at Kallang that resulted in a longer route via the congested streets of Geylang. Upon reaching the drive-thru Mac & KFC, it was so crowded that we could not sit down for a proper meal. And as we made our way towards the Indoor Stadium, I realised I had ran out of carpark coupons and had to make a detour to the nearest petrol kiosk to purchase some.

But you know what?

When the performance commenced, it was totally worth it. That powerful voice that resonated throughout the stadium, the slick and smooth showmanship he displayed, the witty humour that accompanied his jokes and that hilarious impersonation of Maroon 5 and Michael Jackson that had the crowd in stitches.

Michael Buble you are truly an amazing entertainer.

And the evening turned out just the way I wanted it.

Birthday

Sun, 25 Sep 2005 12:05:26 GMT

Someone asked me today over brunch if I am happy.

All I can say is that I hope that 27 onwards will be better years.

And that I've become a better person as well.

Random

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 03:54:22 GMT

10 random things about myself:

1) I am secretly obsesed about getting things in order all the time.
2) I am a shoe whore. I have more than 15 pairs of shoes in total.
3) Daydreaming is one of my favourite activity. It's my escapist tendency at work.
4) I used to be the champion in my school's annual storytelling competition.
5) When I come across irritating drivers that stop along the road causing inconvenience to others, I get the uncontrollable desire to just ram my car into them.
6) My favourite movie USED to be Pretty Woman. I watched it so many times till I grew sick of it. Plus I outgrew the "Happily Ever After" fantasy.
7) I dislocated my right arm when I was 9. I tried to jumped from my bed to the table.
8) I enjoy being alone by myself sometimes. Instead of having lunch with colleagues or friends, I would disappear and spend the 2 hours alone at Borders/Kino/HMV.
9) I am not as gracious a person as I would like to be. I find it difficult to forgive sometimes.
10) On weekends I only brush my teeth after I had brunch. I figure it makes more sense to clean everything just once.

Strength

Mon, 29 Aug 2005 06:17:41 GMT

True strength is building on your failures and not capitalizing on your successes.

Crap

Wed, 24 Aug 2005 01:22:05 GMT

There are days where you feel like you are roaring to go, ready to take on all that the world has to offer.

And there are days where you just want to run and hide in someplace safe and sound where no one can reach you.

I am unsure of what's to be done next. And I am not sure if I am liking what I have discovered about myself.

I feel like crap now.

Warning

Tue, 16 Aug 2005 01:34:45 GMT

NOTE: z

No smoking around bbqstingray. Thankyou for your co-operation.

From Go-Quiz.com

That's quite true actually...

Older

Sat, 13 Aug 2005 05:25:29 GMT

It has just occured to me that I am officially getting older. And it seems like with age I become less self concious and less vain as well.

I was packing my work area and found a really nice looking Sony Ericsson sports bag among my rubbish. It was a premium left over from one of the campaign that SE had embarked with us. A rather slickly designed sling bag that can pass off as any branded Nike/Adidas bag except for a small SE label embroidered on it.

If it was five years ago,the image-concious me would not be caught dead using it. But guess what?

I used it to transport some stuff home and now it's gonna be my gym bag for now.

Replacing my Crumpler.

Diary

Wed, 10 Aug 2005 13:41:45 GMT

I think when people have become bosses for too long and get their way for everything, they then to assume they are always right.

What the point of keeping two diaries especially when one is mended by your secretary when you don't check them for the appointments that have been penned down for you?

And I am not "resourceful" enough to inform you of a confirmation when I have jotted down all the details of the business lunch in BOTH FUCKING diaries?

You know what? I am too tired to contest people who really think they are dowagers that need to treated with royal respect.

Promotion

Tue, 26 Jul 2005 02:59:39 GMT

A: So now you are a senior executive?
B: *Smugly* Oh please, if throwing in the resignation letter could only allow me to negotiate a promotion to a senior executive then I must quite a loser. I am now an Assistant Manager.

It's amazing that in this thing called the rat race, some people can be so self rightously disgusting.

New

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 06:15:03 GMT

So the original plan to spend some quality time with Mr. Potter over the weekend was thwarted. But hey at least I stopped procrastinating and started to clean up my room.

Organised my CDs, books and even my wardrobe. Got my laptop and even wireless up, thanks to my IT savvy friends. And cleared up the piles of rubbish that has been lying around for months. Actually been adding new bits of furniture to my room but have yet to actually get down to setting them up.

Next up will be a new desk that will be ready in 2 weeks' time and hopefully a new bed by the end of the year.

It was actually quite therapeutic to remove bags of garbage from my room.

After living like a crabby mess for the past year, it's time to shape up.

I suspect that despite the sentimental image I've been portraying to others, I actually have an innate desire to constantly want new and exciting things to spice up my life.

And I look forward to something new as the emotional garbages of the past gets chucked outside my door.

Battle

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 02:18:37 GMT

I am fighting a losing battle.

While I present an all-healed facade to the rest of the world, the war between my inner emotions have reached a pinnacle that I can no longer ignore.

And I wonder if anyone can sense the constant struggle I am dealing with, having to face him almost everyday. And the irrationality exonerated in my attitude towards him, blowing hot and cold whenever he approaches me.

I realised I may not be as big a person as I thought I was. And every action of mine now is deeply coloured by my own pride.

Yes, other than the pain and sorrow of a broken heart, my pride has been wounded. The arrogance in me refuses to concede defeat, that despite all that I have done, I was not "The One". And my innate sense of justice absolutely refuses to accept the unfair outcome where he is getting away with having it all despite all the selfishness he has displayed.

Yet, upon memories of the past goodness that we have shared, I beat myself up, replaying every scenario, over-rationalising every action and reaction and wonder about every coulda, woulda or shoulda that might have changed the outcome of the story.

Both sets of emotions in juxtaposition, presents themselves via a constant emotion tug-of-war that is swiftly zapping me of my energies.

I admit that despite all that I have said, I have not completely forgiven him. And I know that I am faced with the possibility of losing someone important person in my life should this persist.

"Hold me now
I am six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
Maybe six feet ain't so far down"

Looks

Wed, 13 Jul 2005 08:22:18 GMT

Over the weekend. I was on a cab, shuffling from one appointment to another and the driver drove pass the soon to be completed SMU campus in town.

Driver: Wah! Schools nowadays so nice looking hor!
Me: Yeah.
Drivers: Students so lucky now..
Me: Yeah.
Driver: Maybe when it's your time to enter uni you should apply to this one. Town area can go shopping somemore.
Me: Err.. I graduated years ago.
Driver: Wah! But you look so young! I thought you only 17 or 18.
Me: (polite but forced laughter)

I know I don't look my own age. But this is certainly too much. Do I really look this young????