For Me.

Amidst packing for my trip, an aphorism hit me.

The only Obstacle is Myself.

The ironic debacle anchors itself in the fact that I've counselled countless pupils and nurtured quite a number into fine young adults. Instilling confidence is my forte, that is, when it comes to others.

Taking into consideration the needs and wants of others, I have, but little time for myself. Undoubtedly draining, I press on to accomodate him and her and them and it and...., well, you get my drift. It is in my personality makeup. I try to be the friend that one calls upon in time of need. Availing myself to You, your needs are above mine.

Sacrifice possesses an innate yielding. It comes to me naturally. Unfortunately, this is not often appreciated. At times, this degenerates into exploitation by the other party and I withdraw thereafter.

No Ifs, No Buts, No Excuses.

Choices in Life -

What we place in our singular Basket is the result of our conscious decisions.

And it'd better not be a Basket Case.

Grins and More.

Breaking News



As you know, multi-faceted artistes brimming with a multitude of talents are always much appreciated and admired by yours truly.

As such, it thrills me to be told by Friend B a couple of minutes ago that V has Kim Nam Gil's manager on her contact list.

Korea is next on my list. That is, after my impending trip! =)


Who Is Kim Nam Gil?



(From a previous post)
Queen Seon Deok is a historical epic that illustrates the history of Shilla before its unification with Baekje and Goguryeo to form modern-day South Korea. It has won numerous awards and accolades in Korea, securing 49% of viewership.

A central figure is Bidam whom Mishil, the King's primary consort, had abandoned at birth. Mishil spends her life plotting to be Queen. Her ambition is fuelled by her husband Sejong and lover, General Seolwon. (It was common for aristocrats to have multiple partners for political reasons.) Her brother, Misaeng and sons, Hajong and Bojong join the foray.

Bidam had been taken away to safety at birth by Munno, the leader of the Hwarangs, which enlists elite warriors from noble families. His swordsmanship, thus, is second to none in the nation.

His puerile mannerisms and naivete are soon decimated when he crosses paths with an abandoned princess, Deokman. Their journey to the palace is fraught with numerous challenges. Eventually, he discovers his identity.

Bearing an inferiority complex that stems from an identity crisis and faced with the dilemma of opposing his mother for the sake of his devotion to Deokman, Bidam causes his own downfall when he fails to trust Deokman and leads a rebellion against her after Mishil's death.

Upon realizing his folly, he makes a fatal return to the palace. He slays numerous guards along the way with a sole fixation - to meet Deokman face to face. With each battalion obliterated, he pushes on by quantifying the proximity to his goal - "70 paces to Deokman", "50 paces", etc. He inches towards her but is outnumbered eventually. As the final blade is fatally plunged into his wounded institution, he mutters, "Deokman" with his last breath.

Kim Nam Gil has portrayed Bidam to perfection. His myriad of expressions and acting chops have propelled him to the top echelon of Korean entertainment. Consistently voted as Korea's Sexiest Man and winning numerous awards based on his portrayal of Bidam, Kim Nam Gil charms on screen and in various advertisements.

The magnitude of Queen Seon Deok's success can and will only be understood if one plows through its 62 episodes. Bidam's metamorphosis and insecurity are common traits that viewers identify with and so, are compelled to be strung along the series. It is more than a drama. Viewers alike walk away with lessons in life.

That is why fans of Queen Seon Deok have difficulty 'getting over' the series once it draws to a close. Its quality is nonpareil.

Here is my favourite clip depicting Bidam's transitory stages in adulthood. Have the tissue box in hand. You'll probably need it. =)

Choices.

Choices to make,
A risk she must take.

Choices in Life,
The options are rife.

Choices she has,
A judgment to test.

Choices in view,
She chooses You.

Dilemma.

If I could start anew,
I would sip afresh with You.

The words which were unspoken
Stemmed a fear of being broken

As You spoke of a child
The retort from me took a while

The guise of which I'd said
Ripples forth in vain to wade

Time and work are but excuses
Deflecting your questions with my ruses.

A little girl, a mop of twirls and curls
A bundle of joy she unfurls

A crinkled curve betrays a smile
Of swirling thoughts that tug and lull.

Where the sky thus meets the Sea,
It glistens just as You've found Me.

期待会成伤害吗？

期待 期待你發現我的愛
無所不在 我自然而然的關懷
你的存在 心靈感應的方向
我一眼就看出來
是因為愛

我猜 你早已發現我的愛
繞幾個彎 靠越近越明白
不要走開
幸福的開始 就是放手去愛

[~林俊杰 - 期待你的愛~]

Bedtime Natter.

Five a dozen, six a pack, three a dime, perhaps four.
Change is loose and thus it jingles till there's nothing more.

Eight a round, nine in tow, one and two in time.
For whom the bell tolls, no one knows and all it does is chime.

~ Goodnight, Everyone! ~

Into The Deep.

"Deep breaths now," she coaxed, albeit contrived.

Then, she took the Plunge with scarcely an ounce of Wade.

A brilliant Blue arched high above.

Gently, she came to rest.

Sketches.

A sad curve meandered across her mien.

She hadn't learnt to cycle. "One day," he said.

She walked down the aisle, enshrouded in solitude. "Someday," she said.

The Men in Blue left a note at her door. "Yesterday," they said.

With that note in hand, she rushed to the House of White but he was gone. "Today," they said. "He told us not to call anyone."

Some time passed before a tune rustled.

And of its plangency, she wept.

For it spoke of what she Never had.
Wind blowing on my face
Sidewalk flying beneath my bike
A five year-old’s first taste
Of what freedom's really like
He was running right beside me
His hand holding on the seat
I took a deep breath and hollered
As I headed for the street

You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Oh, I think I’m ready
To do this on my own
It’s still a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I’ll be ok now, Daddy
You can let go

I was standing at the altar
Between the two loves of my life
To one I’ve been a daughter
To one I soon would be a wife
When the preacher asked,
‘Who gives this woman?’
Daddy’s eyes filled up with tears
He kept holding tightly to my arm
Till I whispered in his ear

You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Oh, I think I’m ready
To do this on my own
It still feels a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I’ll be ok now, Daddy
You can let go

It was killing me to see
The strongest man I ever knew
Wasting away to nothing
In that hospital room
‘You know he’s only hanging on for you’
That’s what the night nurse said
My voice and heart were breakin’
As I crawled up in his bed, and said

You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Your little girl is ready
To do this on my own
It’s gonna be a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I’ll be ok now, Daddy
You can let go
You can let go

Distant Surmises.

There are days when the mind is fogged and clattered letters fail to string coherence.

There are days when there's much to be said but nothing is scrawled within these parameters.

There are days when mundane activities go about their way and still, a tinge extraordinaire puckers, just enough to graze by.

It's through these cracks that one finds reason to nullify the odds and get even....

With Life.

Starting with a Smile. =)

One, Two, Tree.

Source : blogthings : the tree test

Scattered Frames.

The crisp yellowed pages stirred dust which had yet settled.

Growing up, she was told that she was a "disappointment" as a son had been the prime choice.

Her entry to the Gifted stream was, in his words, "a fluke".

Her consistent topping of her cohort annually in English and Maths since she started schooling was because "the rest were stupid".

As she toiled over her academics, she heard that "girls don't need to study much" as all they had to do was to "marry a rich husband".

Snide remarks were passed during major examinations, "Why study? Bound to fail."

When friends dared to call her home, disturbances in the background would chime till the conversation ended.

Wielding an 'S' paper in English Literature in a bid for future scholarships, cackles echoed, "You, a scholar?"

When major setbacks occurred, laughter permeated. "Very Good!" often followed this.

She managed to pick herself up in a matter of months and meander back into the mainstream with eventual Honours, but of course, this was dismissed as"sheer luck".

Entering the workforce, her promotions garnered "they must be mad","is there no one else to promote?" and the like.

Then, Silence.

These awkward still pockets - she wasn't accustomed to such notions.

Days gave way to months before years fleeted by - ten, to be exact.

Soon, the reels of time came to an End.

And its scribe was no more,

For Dad had taken his final breath.

And like the figure she'd remembered him by,
It was just like him not to say Goodbye.
With nary a tear in her eye,
It grates and makes one wonder Why.

A Great Day With Friends. =)

Laughter is the Best Medicine, so they say.
A pill to pop, albeit cliched.

Good company lilts, I should know.
For upon this day those grins did follow.

Oh, Snap.

You said, "STAY."

He said, "STAY."

Oh, Snap.

Shimmer Or Simmer?

Razzle, Dazzle, Frazzle and more.
Shimmer and sparkle in grandeur.

Brew, Stew, Imbue anew.
Simmer and stipple as if on cue.

3D....Nice. =)

"If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it - I might be writing in my dreams."

Unintended lulling averted my attention to the number of messages in my primary inbox.

9804 messages tarry in my inbox and admittedly, it was rather amusing to eyeball the doodles of yesteryear.

You see, my Hotmail account has been my primary email account since 2000, which explains the (rather lame) suffix -z that proliferated user identities of that era. A feeble concoction that garnered popularity, I must add.

Er..., lest you were wondering, yes, I do have a Gmail, Yahoo and other obsolete enail accounts. Some are for storage purposes and hence, are dispensable.

____popz@hotmail.com bookmarks a decade of personal data while mich____@gmail.com is strictly reserved for professional purposes.

Likewise, this blog has churned notations of years, namely 5.

These scrawls shall thus remain aloft.

The Hedgehog.

Curling inwards, the hedgehog seeks to protect itself.

Predators soon swoop by.

And nobody hears the distant cries of the isolated hedgehog.

Happy Is Everything.

"'Happy is Everything.'"

So says Daniel.

And Mich agrees.

Completely.

Is there a simple solution to 1 + 1?

Looks Like I'd Spoken Too Soon.

Being morsel-free for the past 29 hours is not a record I'd set out to achieve.

Rather, Mich ,with the insatiable appetite, has nary an inclination to mince and chew.

A shoulder.

A -HuG-.

A magician to tell me that this is all a bad dream and I'll wake up real soon.

The facade that has been crafted by Mich is but in tatters.

And when the morn is nigh,

Dear God, don't pass Me by.