I am sorry
For all the times I broke my word
For all the pain I caused your heart
For all the sleepless nights due to hurt
For all the missed moments to make things right
I am sorry
I have said it too many times before
Time has revealed the shallowness of my apology
You won’t believe me when I say it once more
It seems our love is heading for its final eulogy
I am sorry
I took your love for granted
But it’s easy to go save the world
When your arms are always extended
To pull me out when I am lost in a whirl
I am sorry
You trust me no longer
I have used up your good faith
My desire to live has become shorter
As none can replace you as my mate
I am sorry I destroyed our love
A love destined to be epic
In 1998, as part of my Film Critic course in university, I watched the movie Belle de Jour. The French movie was directed by Luis Buñuel in 1967. Given the almost 20 years gap between the time the movie was filmed and the time I watched it, I did not expect the movie to shock me as it did.
In short the movie is about the frigid wife (Séverine Serizy) of a young and attractive doctor (Pierre Serizy). Continue reading
During my secondary school years I hated mathematics. Math was a nightmare for me. Somehow I could not memorise formulas or the rules to solve algebra equations. In the following four years, none of my math teachers could find a way for me to see the sense in what I was supposed to learn. Just before my GCE ‘O’ Level examinations, I was put in a special class together with others, who were in danger of failing the Math final examination too. Continue reading
I survived today’s trial work day with only a terrible headache to show for it. Could have been worse, I guess. 🙂 The feedback I received was positive but still no contract, so it is too soon to open that bottle of champagne. I was in my element today and I am convinced that this is the right career path for me. I will write about my experiences with more details soon.
Here is a poem I wrote today. I find it extremely difficult to write happy poems. The ones about loneliness and pain are much easier to write. The irony is that my real situation is one of happiness and I am neither lonely nor in emotional pain.
Therefore I decided to end today on a happy note. Here is my attempt at a happy poem. Hope you like it. If you don’t, I blame my headache for diminishing my literary prowess.
Heavenly moments fleet like the steam above a bowl of chicken soup.
Amore mio, winning your love is my greatest coup.
Picture perfect reality transports me into a state of total elation.
Propagating these pure emotions to the universe is my new vocation.
Yesteryear blues that I grieve not are gone in a swoop.
It is not as smooth as an apple. It is not as thorny as a durian. It is not as furry as a kiwi. It is not as hairy as a rambutan. It is not as small as a grape. It is not as big as a honeydew. It is not as soft as a banana. It is not as hard as a watermelon. Continue reading
This blog is inspired by a documentary I watched on TV entitled “For the love of Shakespeare”. It was the winning entry of The Asian Pitch in 2008. The documentary was shot in the village of Shanggu in Chengde City. Mr. Tong, the founder of a mountain school, used Confucius’ teachings to teach the pupils in the school he has founded. He was convinced that reciting Shakespeare’s sonnets by heart was the first step in learning English. Continue reading
Recently one of my Facebook friends posted that she would be keeping away from Facebook because it is usurping her precious time and she urgently needs to concentrate on important tasks in her life. I know this feeling. I abstained from visiting my Facebook profile for about 2 weeks, while learning for my examinations last December. Continue reading
The 16th of February will be a special day in my personal history. I explained what was so special about this day in my blog Confessions of a virgin. After having had a few days to digest my experiences, I am ready to report them.
That wintry Thursday, I joined the club of nervous interviewees, who put their deodorant brands to the ultimate test. The cold winter day was not icy enough to cool down my heated nerves. I felt the excessive perspiration under my armpits soak through my blouse Continue reading