Fascination

Allegria - Cirque du Soleil

Alegria
Come un lampo di vita
Alegria
Come un pazzo gridare
Alegria
Del delittuoso grido
Bella ruggente pena,
Seren
Come la rabbia di amar
Alegria
Come un assalto di gioia

Alegria
I see a spark of life shining
Alegria
I hear a young minstrel sing
Alegria
Beautiful roaring scream
Of joy and sorrow,
So extreme
There is a love in me raging
Alegria
A joyous,
Magical feeling

Alegria
Come un lampo di vita
Alegria
Come un pazzo gridare
Alegria
Del delittuoso grido
Bella ruggente pena,
Seren
Come la rabbia di amar
Alegria
Come un assalto di gioia

Del delittuoso grido
Bella ruggente pena,
Seren
Come la rabbia di amar
Alegria
Come un assalto di gioia

Alegria
Como la luz de la vida
Alegria
Como un payaso que grita

Alegria
Del estupendo grito
De la tristeza loca
Serena
Como la rabia de amar
Alegria
Como un asalto de felicidad

Del estupendo grito
De la tristeza loca
Serena
Como la rabia de amar
Alegria
Como un asalto de felicidad

There is a love in me raging
Alegria
A joyous,
Magical feeling

Waving the Big Storm

In the current situation the world is in, all of us have to simply endure the storm and put our heads down to make sure we still have some sort of professional future in the coming year. Some of us have to just accept that rejection and termination is just another opportunity waiting in the horizon.

For the few like me, some sort of house keeping is season, making sure that everything is in place, for when the heaviest storm comes, we all need to be ready and have a shelter to protect us from harm.

That's it.

It is useless to think about this day in and day out. Nothing good will come out of it anyway. So i decide to live my life the way it should be, chill, easy and free. How else can i live in this city if not like this?

Yes I have started going to the waters again.

Yes I have started to eat healthier and more cost effectively.

Yes I have cut down on going out and saved some money in the bank.

I have done all that. The ultimate question is for what?

I have just got off the phone with my Mum and told her how I felt about all this. I told her that I'll just go home when shit happens to me, i even told my sister about it. Until it happens to me, I shall continue to live our lives a day at a time, on our own. To think we are living away from our family like this is just a cycle where we have to prove to oursleves that we do can live our lives independently.

But like any other Asian families, our bond is stronger than blood. We yearn for all of us to be together, like the old days.

Then again, we are in 4 different countries, 5 people living parallel lives from each other and yet it intersects and meets at a point when we want to, when we need to. We need family, however much we deny it.

Though the heaviest storm comes, there is always family that can shelter you.

Hmmm :-)

Constant Change - Jose Mari Chan

8 Degrees Centigrade

The weather was cold in China. Coming from Guangzhou this afternoon, I felt a bit of satisfaction.

You see, not often do you get to be in a presentation where grapes and tomatoes are served to your delight and cameras flashing while presentation.

They were an array of Chinese soldiers paying attention to the presentation that we call design intelligence. I was dressed. I was dressed well, too well I think. I found my presentation not in the best format i hoped it would be. I had to improvise and I did. It worked. At least that one did.

Not like last weekend in Stanley beach.

The water was cold. I nearly drowned. Well, that being not entirely correct, I actually nearly drowned twice. "Gay man drowned in Stanley", now that would have been a headline - at least in Volume it will. I didnt have flashbacks, nor did i experience fear. The first thing that came to my mind were my pairs of shoes.

But it was not my time, for I found myself in Macau hours later enjoying Zaia, Cirque du Soleil's latest offering, fulfilling a promise, given to someone worthy of my true love and devotion.

Did i say i was immensely busy with work too?

I hated the jugglers in that show. They dropped things when they're not supposed to. They failed to amuse and impress the audience and their mistakes were so obvious, they had to do more things to try and make up for their mistakes.

I really hated the jugglers in that show. Maybe because they reminded me of myself and my work.

Above all the show was great and left me wanting to buy a soundtrack. Then we came back from Macau, a hundred and twenty dollars richer.

Not bad.

This afternoon was a good presentation and a horrible train ride back to Hong Kong. The white man sitting beside me was snoring as if there was a T-Rex egg hatching, emerging to face the world. Thanks to Betty, I decided to cry on an episode when Daniel Mead brought his mom to a date. Rather hear prehistoric sounds beside me, I chose to create a diversion.

But still, as I have said - I was cold in China.

Speak To Me

Amie (Full Song) - Damien Rice

I was alone in this world, fulfilling my purpose
I never want to be any more than I am
for reasons i can not even understand
I may have hurt people along the way
Surely that I didn't mean to do
For I am just a soul, crying in the darkness of the city

Then you found me.

Your eyes pierced me, through me like a knife
Touching the soul that was once lost and now found
To see through your eyes what wonders i can find
The wonder of something beating - pounding the sound of my name

I stood in the cold, for you to speak to me
Telling me how everything was good and true
Letting me know why your heart skips and your blood rushes
Without a whisper, without the words

No need.

And yet of all the trials we would have to face
Only to hurt the people around us and waste
The pillars of friendship, of truth and love
Once was built by two people - in hope - in love

So tell me, where do i go?
In this troubled present, what chance do i have
Of wanting to be where i deserve to be
Only then a future to see
There may never be you, there may never be me

I saw a falling star that night
Right above your home
I wished for something bold and true
I felt the winds brush upon me from a rushing car
I smelled the smoke that came from your cigarette
You walked towards me, grabbing my hand
For me to touch your face, I will never forget

So tell me, where do i go?
Would you come with me if i asked you to?
would you leave everything and run away
and disappear in the darkness this city displays

Speak to me and tell me
When tomorrow comes, would you still hold my hand
Sit with me and tell me
That the next time i open my eyes
There will be you, there will be me.