What happens when you mix looks, talent and magic..?....A miracle...
...and that is exactly what the name david blaine bring to your mind...a magician by profession and one at heart.....he stirs the crowds by his feats...and his charm..
...I got the idea to write this while I was perspiring away in the gym and I happened to catch a glimpse of this enchanting fella on the TV screen..apart from escaping from a near-to-disastrous treadmill accident and losing a breath...it made me wonder...
...I have always been overwhelmed by anything unrealistic..anything which could be a whim or a fantasy..and someone who can almost bring it to life is definitely a top position holder on my list of the 'cool-people-I would-wanna-be-if-I-wasn't-me' list..his skills got me thinking about how people react to out-of-the-normal incidents...
...everyone not only reacts to magic as something that cannot be anything else but a trick for the eye..a sort of hypnosis...but they also never want to believe in it..not saying that I do...but it definitely interests me..and I do think there is more to it than just what is visible to the eye...that is..more than an illusion...
It is a way to add the zing to a normally dull day...it is a way to live your dream by imagining things that you would want in reality...it is a way of entertainment...a way of life and earning their daily bread for others...in all it is fantastic...eye-opening..brings a smile to my face...and a surprise to my senses...
I wish I could do magic...cook up a ditty and *poof* make something disappear...the look on an audience when they see the spectacle is almost priceless...and to think that you have the power to own that look...and bring it out with the click of your fingers or a twist of a kerchief...exotic!
I might have gone too far dwelling into a simple tv show..and the topic...neither do I want or wish to be a genie..nor a feather swinging fluffy puffy rosy fairy..or a magician even..
..the bottomline...I just want to understand magic..
...and somewhere along the way...between it all..live a fairy tale...
...*kazaaam*..
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
numb-u-ccino
I feel like a toast..but surprisingly not coz I'm brown skinned or sun-burnt..but because I'm just stiff...frozen stiff..
The air con engineer support seem to have a underlying motive to chill us to death..guess it is the only entertainment they can get all day while they sit and gossip in their almost-like-a-freezer, grim-n-dim, never-visited-by-anyone room..ok on second thoughts I don't blame them...
..but nonetheless it does reduce my productivity..[surprise surprise yes I DO work!]..productivity in terms of being able to think without little specks of ice crystalising in front of my eyes..being able to type and actually feeling my fingers..enjoying a hot coffee..without a frosting!..you get the picture..
..So yes to make a long story short and cut everyone the ordeal of reading another one of my banters..my usual gibberish [and I go on and on..]..my office is cold..like cold that makes you brain dead cold..and I don't have a choice but to sit here..wearing clothings which make it look like the winter finally visited Singapore...and try and get something done..
...I just felt like cribbing..and this was the best way..
Brrrr...
The air con engineer support seem to have a underlying motive to chill us to death..guess it is the only entertainment they can get all day while they sit and gossip in their almost-like-a-freezer, grim-n-dim, never-visited-by-anyone room..ok on second thoughts I don't blame them...
..but nonetheless it does reduce my productivity..[surprise surprise yes I DO work!]..productivity in terms of being able to think without little specks of ice crystalising in front of my eyes..being able to type and actually feeling my fingers..enjoying a hot coffee..without a frosting!..you get the picture..
..So yes to make a long story short and cut everyone the ordeal of reading another one of my banters..my usual gibberish [and I go on and on..]..my office is cold..like cold that makes you brain dead cold..and I don't have a choice but to sit here..wearing clothings which make it look like the winter finally visited Singapore...and try and get something done..
...I just felt like cribbing..and this was the best way..
Brrrr...
Friday, July 08, 2005
St Patricks
Here is the much delayed but promised picture of Hercules, the globe and St. Patricks church..
it is definitely an errrr...interesting view-point;)
it is definitely an errrr...interesting view-point;)
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
...Pitter-Patter..Chitter-chatter...
I got a lot of comments lately ,written,verbal and sing-along-aong types, asking me why I write about everything and anything, from mundane already-discussed-and-now-closed-for-eternity topics to exciting holidays, dance classes, work life, love life, my daily schedule and anything and everything that can be formed into a sentence and put into the form of prose or poetry..
Well when I got down to think about it..I felt I couldn't explain myself..must you always have a reason to write?
Apart from being a release, a let-away for pent up emotions,thoughts[which are millions and trillions in number],a way to keep in touch with the world specially my remote friends, it also happens to be a way of life for me..it comes rather naturally to me to be able to tune my daily life into words which can be hummed or read in a way other than a regular 'I did this today'...
...surprisingly enough [ and I know many of you will laugh your guts out when you read this] it also happens to be an alternative to talking for me..not that I don't have enough conversations to eat peoples head offs, whether at work or home, with friends of colleagues, but this is a conversation which has more verbal energy spent than physical [since those who know me realise how animated I am!]..it a conversation for which once in my lifetime I think before I talk..[at least I think I do]..a conversation in which I do happen to breathe in between, take sips of coffee or have my lunch without either of them turning cold enough to give a cucumber competition!
I can go days without food or water..but a conversation is the utmost part of my diet..my routine..and when there isn't a soul around to bear with my non-stop banter, I take to the pen and paper..my solace in almost every situation..companions for life..companions true and sincere [since they can't talk back and ask me to shutup], companions who never judge me..but only absorb..every word, every feeling and every thought that there is to absorb when I am with them...
Writing has always been fun..and I write for myself and not for others..this isn't a disclaimer for what I do..not even a justification or explanation for it..it's just another bit of the nonsensical writing..which you may or may not chose to read..I wrote it anyway...or else I would have been walking around like a headless chicken who just lost her mind of thoughts...
..thrilled and excited, musical and calm, blank yet expressive, quiet yet so much has been said..this has been the best conversation of them all..
..thanks for listening...
Well when I got down to think about it..I felt I couldn't explain myself..must you always have a reason to write?
Apart from being a release, a let-away for pent up emotions,thoughts[which are millions and trillions in number],a way to keep in touch with the world specially my remote friends, it also happens to be a way of life for me..it comes rather naturally to me to be able to tune my daily life into words which can be hummed or read in a way other than a regular 'I did this today'...
...surprisingly enough [ and I know many of you will laugh your guts out when you read this] it also happens to be an alternative to talking for me..not that I don't have enough conversations to eat peoples head offs, whether at work or home, with friends of colleagues, but this is a conversation which has more verbal energy spent than physical [since those who know me realise how animated I am!]..it a conversation for which once in my lifetime I think before I talk..[at least I think I do]..a conversation in which I do happen to breathe in between, take sips of coffee or have my lunch without either of them turning cold enough to give a cucumber competition!
I can go days without food or water..but a conversation is the utmost part of my diet..my routine..and when there isn't a soul around to bear with my non-stop banter, I take to the pen and paper..my solace in almost every situation..companions for life..companions true and sincere [since they can't talk back and ask me to shutup], companions who never judge me..but only absorb..every word, every feeling and every thought that there is to absorb when I am with them...
Writing has always been fun..and I write for myself and not for others..this isn't a disclaimer for what I do..not even a justification or explanation for it..it's just another bit of the nonsensical writing..which you may or may not chose to read..I wrote it anyway...or else I would have been walking around like a headless chicken who just lost her mind of thoughts...
..thrilled and excited, musical and calm, blank yet expressive, quiet yet so much has been said..this has been the best conversation of them all..
..thanks for listening...
Monday, July 04, 2005
"House warmed"
A dusty smell, open windows
Sun-light just walked in,
Bab and baggage, to make memories new
End of silence, time to make a din...
The bed spreads are out, ornate and rich
Curtains, drape the rays, play hide & seek,
Flowers and vases, bring fragrance pleasant
Furniture new, suave & smooth, rosewood & teak...
Scrub the ambience, sweep it clean
Nip the rusty feel,with environment fresh,
Pots and pans, wind-chimes making music sweet
This will be the real life, in flesh...
People, food, noises everywhere
Smells and senses, acting sharp and acute,
Clink of glasses, celebrations
Cheers to the new treasure, the ultimate loot..
Sparkling with colours bright, shining proud
It's like magic, a wonder zone,
A welcome note compliments the smile at the door
And voila! four walls, a roof, once a house..is now a home..
Sun-light just walked in,
Bab and baggage, to make memories new
End of silence, time to make a din...
The bed spreads are out, ornate and rich
Curtains, drape the rays, play hide & seek,
Flowers and vases, bring fragrance pleasant
Furniture new, suave & smooth, rosewood & teak...
Scrub the ambience, sweep it clean
Nip the rusty feel,with environment fresh,
Pots and pans, wind-chimes making music sweet
This will be the real life, in flesh...
People, food, noises everywhere
Smells and senses, acting sharp and acute,
Clink of glasses, celebrations
Cheers to the new treasure, the ultimate loot..
Sparkling with colours bright, shining proud
It's like magic, a wonder zone,
A welcome note compliments the smile at the door
And voila! four walls, a roof, once a house..is now a home..
Saturday, July 02, 2005
"Musings of the mind"
Just something I was aimlessly jotting in between mundane stressful work...I'm not sure where it came from but for the first time I like the sound of what I wrote:) ..rather grim but I think it's the tune which grew on me..always wanted to write a song and I feel this comes closest to it...=)
Any singers /composers out there wanna give it a try at strings? ;)lol..
Yayy..TGIF!
He came in early
To be somebody that day,
Looked around, took his seat
And everyday it went the same way..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
He wanted to sail on sea
But only got till the moat..
Worked his papers
Played his guitar at lunch,
Amused himself, and his colleagues
With only a tattered ego to munch..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
Always ran a happy face
But a constant lump in his throat..
He looked the same each day
Wore his moods in clothes,
Blue on most days, green when better
Orange and red were shades to loathe..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
Kept many warm for the winter
The one with holes, was his own coat..
Packed his bag, like usual
Walked back home to the cold,
Smiled at the lady next door
She loved him, but never told...
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
And the little he had, he threw it ashore
To keep himself afloat..
Any singers /composers out there wanna give it a try at strings? ;)lol..
Yayy..TGIF!
He came in early
To be somebody that day,
Looked around, took his seat
And everyday it went the same way..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
He wanted to sail on sea
But only got till the moat..
Worked his papers
Played his guitar at lunch,
Amused himself, and his colleagues
With only a tattered ego to munch..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
Always ran a happy face
But a constant lump in his throat..
He looked the same each day
Wore his moods in clothes,
Blue on most days, green when better
Orange and red were shades to loathe..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
Kept many warm for the winter
The one with holes, was his own coat..
Packed his bag, like usual
Walked back home to the cold,
Smiled at the lady next door
She loved him, but never told...
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
And the little he had, he threw it ashore
To keep himself afloat..
...Re-visited...
I'm back..with a bang..if I may say so myself..
Refreshed and rested, shopped and stimulated, fed and flaunted, rejuvinated but with a 'can't look in the mirror' shape..
Back to roller blading..back to the gym[a new exotic one!], back to settling in at home [which looks a lot better now that the cobwebs are dusted..and my brother is travelling;)!], back to blogging[ when time permits]..and back to business in all sense of the word..
The camera is on the blink ..so the pictures will have to wait for a bit...am coming up with a slide show worth the wait though:)
I'm a work-a-holic I think..I realised more than 2 weeks of holiday doing nothing would burn me out more than working regularly everyday...it could be that I was out of money..or that I longed for the familiar life...the holiday was EXOTIC! but I did breathe with a smile when I landed...
I think familiarity and comfort makes us complacent...
...maybe I just missed my friends...;) It's good to be home..
Refreshed and rested, shopped and stimulated, fed and flaunted, rejuvinated but with a 'can't look in the mirror' shape..
Back to roller blading..back to the gym[a new exotic one!], back to settling in at home [which looks a lot better now that the cobwebs are dusted..and my brother is travelling;)!], back to blogging[ when time permits]..and back to business in all sense of the word..
The camera is on the blink ..so the pictures will have to wait for a bit...am coming up with a slide show worth the wait though:)
I'm a work-a-holic I think..I realised more than 2 weeks of holiday doing nothing would burn me out more than working regularly everyday...it could be that I was out of money..or that I longed for the familiar life...the holiday was EXOTIC! but I did breathe with a smile when I landed...
I think familiarity and comfort makes us complacent...
...maybe I just missed my friends...;) It's good to be home..
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