I'll Give All My Heart To You

I need some time to reflect.
why haven't I had any sex?

Thats right, in love with the boy from TO
I wanna be with him, but i don't got enough dough

2 years to chase my dreams
Promises that bind me at the seams

Then BHAM came the you from my youth
Man, you got a girl but i guess thats cool

Momma said there'd be days like this
Baby who the hell you tryin outwit?

Plunder through alcoholic whims
I know you like me, but hunny theres plenty of fish in the sea

Don't make me fall in love with you
Cos after these eyes, whatchu gonna do , huh, whatchu gonna do?

James:45 with Parkinsons-Karen:free ketchup at McDonalds!

Stacey couldn't decide.
up down all around.
Focus on the middle ground!
Dreamers.

Women? lost in Jane Eyre.
Shit, where did he throw my underwear.
Make love not war
Free love in Singapore

Too aware.
Why must we compare?
Focus on the middle ground
Basic needs. Feed.

Sara's Strawberry Shortcake

If you're not interested in it, would you still do it and give it your all?
Yah okay, so i guess it does depend on lots of factors. Like for a start, what "it" is and hey, if "it" is even realistically do-able. So a certain level of practicality has infiltrated my luscious fiery veins of late. Sue the idle daydreams.
Not that there is anything wrong with that decadent candle-lit lined psychedelic rendition of an altar bed to lay on ala Dicaprio and Danes, modern day man has tickled Shakeaspeare.

okay but back to the point.

Say when all you smell is semi-dried laundry with a flash of carpet rash, is sheer will and determination enough to ride you through? Even in the moment a certain level of commitment is urged for the forces to allow the flowers to bloom.

Passion and Desire. Friends and Foes. Maybe secretly they conspire, willing us to find our own unique point of equilibrum. You really want it, but you don't do it. Then it fails to incite you, but you do it anyways.

Maybe the thrill at the end of the day is when you oddly find yourself curled fetal in between sheets of plain white cotton. At peace with all that you never thought you could have brought yourself to do and smiling in the humor of how much you hated it , yet somehow you still managed to bake your cake and icing layer it.

Share.Smile.Love.Hug.

Her strut not as purposeful as before. She smiles as she raises her black nylon pants to reveal the scars that run down both her knobby knees. The journey to her toes is an exponential of blue and black, dotted with shades of withering brown. Diabetes she exclaims in a tongue that remains foreign to her. When she was 20, she came from Fujian to Singapore. Roots of her expression still steeped in Hokkien.

Despite the roll of her words, I still feel like I understand. It's in her energetic hands, her ready smile and vivacious demeanour. It was not a life filled with grace and poise. A widows tale that starts at 31 and lingers at 80. The smile of a survivor, the energy of a child.

At 80? Years of living this life. Her pale grey eyes. Did I catch a twinkle? The curious case of Benjamin Button. Act like children to be treated like them. The cycles that inhabit our souls. Does wisdom peak or does it merely find a window of peaceful detachment and renewed joy? The bliss of ignorance or really the bliss is in the all-knowing.

Perhaps another 50 years to really understand. She smiles and celebrates my youth. Touches my face, stretches her arms to embrace. I wonder if I will ever get there. Each moment precious in the love we can share and give. Could you close tonight and not have to see tomorrow?


Whats on your Bucket List?

I Know I Can, Be What I Wanna Be...

I find it hard to say
Especially on the good days

Just wanna hold it inside
All mine! All mine!

The little girl who always remembered to pray
Today, yes today, the Greatest Love showed her a way

Smile and wow

Something tells me this one's right

NAS: I Can

Lesson #413

So bad for you
So bad for you that you just don't know what to do

In the end, fuck what is in the end?
The mysteries of wait and see

You were right, ain't nothing ever really in black and white
Squared dreams

Control?
Does it really make you whole?

What did i really wanna know?
Hmmm....

Take the easy turn
Fall flat to get up again

Maybe it's easier when the milk turns sour
Throw it out cos bad was what it's all about

Couldn't just celebrate
Had to cry like some big wake

Squared dreams
In my head is all it seems

Couldn't just celebrate
Had to cry like some big wake

After one big blow, can it still be beautiful?

Bette Midler's THE ROSE

Crying is Overrated

Cry because it didn't turn out my way
Cry because the answer was nay





Smile for your hands
Smile because you made those moments so grand

Smile because despite the fears
Smile the aching questions are clear

Smile all the castles in the sky
Smile because now I know it is not you and I

Smile for I think you have found your peace
Smile you give me hope in my release

Smile because I was there when you needed me
Smile the butterflies are free

Smile and cry
No more shall I wonder, tonight I can say goodbye

From now just two old friends
Maybe one day, we smile together again