Archive for March, 2008

CORRESPONDENCES
March 30, 2008

A note from Zivan (in Heyward) to me and Naya:
“I remember … having a world war against 6-year-old Nessa in Hong Kong and laying out all our toys in the hallway so that these toys could annihilate each other one by one.  Turn by turn, one of my toys would topple one of hers, and then [...]

DRAINED
March 28, 2008

I have no reason to feel tired.  I just am.  Drained. 
This blue energy gets depleted really, really quickly. 
I feel like I’m driving a car at dusk on a very long expressway.  I just found out I lost my headlights. Plus I don’t remember where I’m going.  But I have to keep up the pace or I’ll [...]

BEFORE AND AFTER SHOTS
March 23, 2008

You know those standard ads for gyms or diet pills, the ones with the before and after photos of successful case studies?
I have before and after shots you probably never have imagined.
Just for kicks, here they are. 
Believe whatever you want about them.   
The first time I had an aura photo taken, it was in 2000 at a [...]

THE DROID ARMY
March 21, 2008

This city used to BE me.
Exactly like me.
Singaporeans march briskly through their organized and very clean streets, wonderfully but similarly dressed — a droid army of knowledge workers.  They walk while talking a mile a minute into their cellphones, their minds focused on dollars and cents and finding opportunities to make more dollars and cents.
They generally consider children annoying.  [...]

LISTENING …
March 18, 2008

Laughter was ringing out along the office corridors today.  Post ZTE Special revelry. 
I loved the sound of it.  
Every time a big tv project is about to end, you can hear the collective adrenalin building up to shouts of excitement during actual airing, piping down into relief then painful exhaustion — sweetened by the warmth of working with people you respect and the joy of a [...]

TRAPPED IN THE CUBE
March 13, 2008

Another hell week.  Another reminder this job is capable of consuming you entirely, eating you up whole till you have nothing else left in your life.
I could always flake out.
But I won’t. 
Too many people counting on me to do too many things.
 
I am so focused I fool even myself sometimes.
But my feet keep telling me they want to run away.

HOOKING UP
March 9, 2008

Found myself in the middle of a disco crammed with bodies from wall to wall sometime early this morning.  The scene was of testosterone and smoke, drunken strangers dirty dancing and a very loud DJ whose vocabulary was limited to “whoah!” “ah!” and “motherfucker!” (I kid you not!)
Man, was it ever trippy to be there!
The night started out very quietly, [...]

MY SATURDAY NIGHT DATES
March 2, 2008

I had a blessing of a night with two very special dates.
And just like that, I totally snapped out of my depression.
 
I promised Mom I’d watch Kite Runner with her because we both loved the book and to be honest, reading it was so painful I couldn’t bear to see the film version alone. Papa was curious and decided to tag along.  [...]