Stranger Things.

A new Kygo remix.


If only for a moment I hear your voice,
What would you’ve said in this silent night?
Dance with me in the devil’s bar,
Happiness in a mason jar.


Time Stops.

“Relationships fueled by love, trust, companionship, chemistry, kindness, respect and tenderness seem to have what it takes to weather the storms and the trials and tribulations that life throws their way.

These are the things that we can’t see with our naked eyes or hold in our hands, but rather feel them in our hearts and sense them with our souls.”

An excerpt from an article. A reminder to look at someone beyond superficial. I’m grateful for R, she’s my strength and determination to better myself every day.


I joined a whatsapp interest / chat group recently. It was a leap forward and a deliberate push to socialize with people not from my league. As expected, the frequency was at multi-levels, from the introverted to the extroverted spectrum.

People and interpersonal relations are complex. One doesn’t have to specifically make an effort to make friends. At the same time, one isn’t guaranteed friends regardless of effort. There is no pass or fail unless one has an objective. So what is mine?

Quality vs. Quantity.

It is just us three,
The robin, me and the cherry tree.
The bird told the tree,
And the tree looked through me.
Like a pane in the glass,
Nobody knows except me.

A Poem.

I wonder how you are,
If constellations do align.
Minds may share when eyes don’t see,
I touch a thought and spun a rhyme.

A part of me hurts and yearns,
But I’m learning, off again.

Set my heart and drink my fill,
If only just only,
What more can I say,
What say you.

Happy Birthday.


A weekend of drinks, indulgence, dehydration, unproductivity, distractions and instant pain relievers.

28 Hongkong Street is a bespoke bar hidden inside a no signboard shophouse. Sexy, love it. We only managed to get a table at 1230am.

While waiting, we hopped into Vasco, a south american themed bar just down the street. The drinks were atad too zesty and sour for my taste.

Keiko-san transited in SG for a day before flying back to Tokyo. We had a quick catch-up session on Sunday. Good to see an old friend. Reserved a table at Smoke & Mirrors @ National Gallery. The unblock view of Marina Bay from the rooftop bar is amazing. She loved it, so did I.

Smoke & Mirrors



Social Media.

It is I.

I do not have FB, Instagram or Twitter. Neither do I have Linkin, there isn’t a need for personal branding or professional marketing, for me.

I do not post visuals and I’ve no facials. I protect identities with abbreviations and if I must, I write metaphorically. I erase any traces of myself from the internet as I do not leave footprints. I value my privacy and I shun social media.

Why should I satisfy your curiosity.

Networking and number of likes meant nothing to me, I do not seek validations nor accreditation. My touch is personal and I only walk with friends, not many are.

If you think I’ve all the time, energy and money in the world, you are mistaken. That’s because you were once my priority.

Besides E and R, no one visits this private blog or at least not that I remember. This is perhaps the only virtual realm I rant and monologue in, to feel better. Here is where my seratonin and melatonin release.

So who are you. Why do you check in. How can you be a friend when I don’t even hear from you. You are either a friend or non-existent. I question us.

Cigarettes After Sex.

The ambient group performed in SG last August. I bought the tickets but similar to Evita, things didn’t go as planned. The timing was bad, not fated, never meant to be.

It’s better to destruct, erase and forget one’s existence. She meant a lot but it was only a delusion.

I wish you fields of shamrock green, each petal brings a wish.

Listening to the full album brings back some memories. I like most of their tracks, especially these.

1. Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby
2. Keep On Loving You
3. K
4. Starry Eyes