my little pocket of heaven in the city of london, amidst the banks, the suits, the clacking heels, the poise, the ties, I found my little spot of peace.
Little Britain
July 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
To a Butterfly
We will talk of sunshine and of song
and summer days when we were young
sweet childish days that were as long
as twenty days are now.
- William Wordsworth 1802
Thursday, July 1, 2010
When did life change?
The last few days have been a whirlwind of events, starting from one of my favourite people in london leaving for shanghai this weekend, to wrestling with demons of my own.
I am exhausted.
Last night Jas and I attended Jack Johnson at the O2. With music like his, it makes me wonder, how can anyone listen to this, and not be happy, feel upbeat, and generally chirpy? He does have a feel good factor which is not overly cheesy or tacky. Big time score as compared to a rather abysmal performance by Norah Jones the week before in Hammersmith Apollo. I guess it wasn't so much her music as it was the atmosphere. It just wasn't the right setting for her style of music. Several people, including my dear PY and Surud falling asleep on either side.
JJ's music spoke to me like no other, primarily because it reminded me of the early days of my time with S. Cheesy as it may be, the yellow album was my parting gift to S when he left Singapore. 4.5 years on, I can't really imagine, that it has been a four long years. So much has changed. In the midst of it all, with all the 'adult' responsibilities that we've been saddled by, it seemed so clear to me that growing up majorly got in the way of appreciating the simpler things in life. And also, that with the devil we call human nature, one is never ever satisfied.
More. More. More. That is what society today brings. More clothes, more entertainment, more travels, more good food, more enjoyment, more feelings, more more. the demands of my own human nature frightens me. I've almost forgotten what it was like to cherish simple pleasures, of an email, of a phone call, of a text, of a hug, of a smile, of a joke, of a word, of a kiss, of a laugh. For all these reasons and more, I am guilty of this all engulfing wretched consumerism.
Friends and love alike, I have unwittingly succumbed to receiving, to taking things for granted, to never being satisfied with anything. It's never enough. But why? Do people become more selfish when they grow up? Or did I just forget?
As I look back on the past years, reading through my box of old mails from people that matter that have been carefully filed away, I am reminded that all these feelings and emotions still exist. They are not gone, just abandoned. Today, I dig them out from the back of my mind, blow the dust off these lost memories, and i will try, awkward as it may be, to recover, to mend, to reinstate and to fix things. Please give me time...it will get better.
And for those who have been there for the ride, believe me when I say thank you, for always being there.
I am exhausted.
Last night Jas and I attended Jack Johnson at the O2. With music like his, it makes me wonder, how can anyone listen to this, and not be happy, feel upbeat, and generally chirpy? He does have a feel good factor which is not overly cheesy or tacky. Big time score as compared to a rather abysmal performance by Norah Jones the week before in Hammersmith Apollo. I guess it wasn't so much her music as it was the atmosphere. It just wasn't the right setting for her style of music. Several people, including my dear PY and Surud falling asleep on either side.
JJ's music spoke to me like no other, primarily because it reminded me of the early days of my time with S. Cheesy as it may be, the yellow album was my parting gift to S when he left Singapore. 4.5 years on, I can't really imagine, that it has been a four long years. So much has changed. In the midst of it all, with all the 'adult' responsibilities that we've been saddled by, it seemed so clear to me that growing up majorly got in the way of appreciating the simpler things in life. And also, that with the devil we call human nature, one is never ever satisfied.
More. More. More. That is what society today brings. More clothes, more entertainment, more travels, more good food, more enjoyment, more feelings, more more. the demands of my own human nature frightens me. I've almost forgotten what it was like to cherish simple pleasures, of an email, of a phone call, of a text, of a hug, of a smile, of a joke, of a word, of a kiss, of a laugh. For all these reasons and more, I am guilty of this all engulfing wretched consumerism.
Friends and love alike, I have unwittingly succumbed to receiving, to taking things for granted, to never being satisfied with anything. It's never enough. But why? Do people become more selfish when they grow up? Or did I just forget?
As I look back on the past years, reading through my box of old mails from people that matter that have been carefully filed away, I am reminded that all these feelings and emotions still exist. They are not gone, just abandoned. Today, I dig them out from the back of my mind, blow the dust off these lost memories, and i will try, awkward as it may be, to recover, to mend, to reinstate and to fix things. Please give me time...it will get better.
And for those who have been there for the ride, believe me when I say thank you, for always being there.
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