Ronan Keating - Iris

Taken in Parts of Dubai, the beautiful sides of it.

Comfort Zone

Was just chatting with a colleague of mine at base. News of my leaving seem to travel faster than expected. She said a few things that are the same of my thoughts. It gets onto our nerves not having cafes that we can chill out at, party places we can feel home with, eating and lifestyle are just not the same. Friends come and go here, guess even relationships, as many are here temporary. Single ones party, hang out with a common group of friends or stay home. Not much excitement, not much to look forward to. Attached ones, being showered with care and love, tend to stay longer. Someone to share the ups and downs and more to look forward to. Being more lucky, some settled down here. Very few we figured out.

"What are you going to do next?" This question is an unkonown one ever since I started out here. Few ideas here and there, however, not definite. The comfort zone has already settled in for us here. Having our days off to oursleves and not to worry about meeting the same people, facing the ugly ones every now and then. We still get excitement as we move from place to place with this job. The comfort zone of doing what we are doing, facing what we deal with... to start somewhere, sometime, somehow once again - means to restart from stretch! Ouch! The thought of this puts us both into silence and shrugs.

Then again, I shared how I decided to give up things I love and pursued one of my dreams, here. Ambitions - two fulfilled, what's next? Now for me, my next pursue is an unknown. How lost can one be without a goal? A career next is probably not a dream but something I have to face in reality. One can never always run with dreams, can we? Maybe is time, for me to set another dream to chase? It gets tiring, really, to go all out in chasing what you want. It is all worthwhile though, no regrets. Running over the comfort zone to get into a new beginning is never easy. However, staying at our own comfort zone makes life dull, is it not?

Comfort zone, is yours a happy one?

Seeking, seeking, seeking...

Sick n Solo

Once again, Bibi is sick and doing solo. Felt I made a mistake by reporting to work. First I met a friend of mine before reporting who said I should have called in sick. Next when I entered the room, this air of total strangers and "noses up in the sky" filled it all up. In my head, "OHOH, this is going to be darn boring!" True enough, I guess I was the only "joker" and "smiley" around, despite the fact we mentioned that we should all smile to make everyone's day!

Reached VIE, it's beautiful, cold and gave that romantic touch! I was stuck with the decision of going out alone or stay in to try recover my "quacking self". Decisions decisions... well staying in for health is better than getting more sick on the return sector. I don't want to be stuck on unfamiliar grounds!

My cough is going crazy on me. Either it goes on silent mode, putting me to trust that I am recovering. Then suddenly it will go into wulala mode! Continuous, till a point I feel kinda breathless. Food inputs are just for routine sake. Nothing seems to hit my tastebud. Guess the nasal path is affected already. The "clouded" drums and the difficulty to "pop"!

Arghhh!!! I just want to have a good mum mum and orh orh!

Fog

Everything carries uncertainty.
The smell of the most familiar,
The people around, seem all distant.
The delays continue.

Vision of a blur.
There may be a rainbow,
There may be sunshine.
The fog persists.

When will the fog clear?
That no one knows.
Fog comes and stays,
Till it decides to go away.

Thoughts, feelings and senses stirred.
May be temporary or for long.
It all takes time.
Time will set skies clear.

How is the weather there for you?
May sunshine, rain, snow and all that is normal,
Be the kind of weather for you.

Fog, to go, to be gone...
With time, just time...

Not home! Not in Singapore!

I had to do this... For those who really really don't know, I am not in home, not in Singapore. I am based right now in Dubai. I repeat, I am not home for good as yet! This may sound very unfriendly but I really cannot take it!
Friendster profile is there, details are there, comments from friends tell even more that I am missed from home.
"Are you back in SG?" Repeatedly on and off in friendster's messages - sad to say, yes he is on my list, has access to my profile.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. DUHHHHHH!!! Pple wake up the idea!!!" - was of course my reply, once again. (Almost monthly I have the same inbox and sent messages from this same person) This time more unfriendly though with the ending.
"Wow why so fierce. Its just a casual msg why so fed up. Having a bad time serving pple on board there ah???"
"It is clearly stated," was my reply. His reply was a long explanation of people putting fake profile etc. My reply, a long one too. Further explained that I am not one of those who plays with facts on profile. My dear friends, I don't, I am transparent. Nothing to hide. Of course I added, my comments by friends who are missing me, asking when I am going back already "hint" if not clarify that I am not in SG! If not, why would anyone ask when I will be back?
Arghhhh, I am already homesick. Pretty bad state, now with this, it just messes me up totally. Anger, sadness? I don't know. I just snapped! On the other hand, I am feeling bad. Maybe he don't have to be sensitive, don't know what I am going through. However, how many times must I repeat myself? How many times must one ask if I am back? Not his fault, probably this time, he asked at the wrong time, used the wrong way or it was just me being really upset for being far away from home. Then again, there is such thing as common sense, no? I will gladly announce my arrival into SG when I am back for good. And of course update my profile accordingly.
Sorry to this friend of mine if I sounded that unfriendly. Right now, I am just on that thin red line, already trying my best to complete what I have set for self before I head home for good. Very homesick due to many events. I am almost lost with my well-being and so on and forth. I just seek for some understanding and comfort, sometimes, I don't even know what I need to feel ok.

Soon friends, soon... It will be, I am home for good! Please bear with me for these few months.
Let me bury myself now... just let me sleep... I just want to sleep this off....

New Flatmate

She is pretty with long straight hair, big almond eyes and a sweet smile. Hold guys, she is attached! Sorry! Met her finally yesterday late noon. Now that she is here, hopefully things get better for me. Feeling a bit more home at base. Though I know she is not going to be in the house all the time - reason being, her South African boyfriend is my neighbour! How sweet to see couples like them in the building.

We chatted for hours along with our "menthols", yep, it is a S apartment, so welcome to our world! Was surprised that I became a topic in the building some times. Though I am already staying very low profile. Guess there are not many to mention, as many pioneers of this building have left the company or moved to others.
Of course then came along the topic BGR. Fret yes and not! "Why are you single still?"
This question seems to be the most familiar for the past month. Placing me in a position which I can hardly describe.
"Have not met the right one?" This is usually my answer with a question mark at the end too. I am really starting to wonder. Maybe I am tired of being single as well. Fret not! Singlehood is a world different from being attached.
This month for me has been a "confessions flooded" one. Still, single shall be will be for now. Who knows. If things really happen, I do hope is my last. I am tired either ways. HAHAHAHA.
New flatmate even proposed a plan to hook me up with her boyfriend's mate. Ah, this is getting out of hand! She is now off to Seoul, and she promised to bring me back my Kimchi! Till my next get together with this sweet pretty young thing... ooops she makes me feel older and yep, I have a little sister in da house!

Finally!

Been 5 days... did a tiring trip. I really feel like a big balloon now. Finally back into sandland, back to reality and me time.
However, am really glad to see some close friends of mine getting on well. They have been a rainbow in this lonely world of mine. Wished time could have stopped there and then, well, more to come, I hope!
Trip was pretty smooth. Nothing much to complain this time. Heard of a marriage proposal my colleague was sharing. His girlfriend is one of the luckiest! It was the most thoughtful one I have heard so far. Bless them! It just touches the heart of mine. Love is still around, but sad to say, in the presence of others, hahaha. That thought of, awwww, why not me, will it happen to me? I told him, his proposal shall be the benchmark of mine. Sigh... Nevertheless, I am happy for him.
Finally for me to have me time... finally some time to settle AOBs... OH.. forgot to add, thanks to that someone who went through the trouble and gotten me two of those KM's CD collection!

Katie Melua - Blame it on the moon

Something new for me. Her voice and the piano...

Too Much Love Will Kill You

Queen + Paul Rodgers with Katie Melua.
I fell for this song when I heard it at first. With her voice, it just brings it to another world. A "TD" song, close to my heart.

Psst... video not sync well from the middle but listen to her...

Katie Melua - If You Were A Sailboat (live AVO Session)

Simple yet another that touches hearts.

Katie Melua - Faraway Voice (live AVO Session)

Awwww... talented I must say.

Katie Melua - Piece By Piece (live AVO Session)

Piece By Piece, can we let go that way?
Yet another song I have been listening to.

Katie Melua - I Cried For You (live AVO Session)

This song accompanied me through an event...

Katie Melua - Call Off The Search (live AVO Session)

One of the many I have been listening to.

Katie Melua - What I Miss About You (live AVO Session)

Listen to her again... speechless, addicted, more?

Katie Melua - The Closest Thing to Crazy

The lyrics hit you?

Carbon copies?

Been years, I wrote one on "Cc" years back. Yet it is funny that now I am away from home, it is still happening. This time, different copies, near but far. I won't say much about it. Probably I am too sensitive. However, I was only brought to attention by others.
It's of course people's choice to do what they want, dress how they like. However when it gets too alike step by step, that feeling of being carbonised.... arghhh I won't know how to describe. Own style don't change isn't it? When it changes and looks so familiar, there's a question of, "Is, was that your style?"
I am not trying to say I have style but I do what I am comfortable with. People who know me recognise it pretty well. I am feeling so.... speechless. The sight of that copy just make me sick. A gradual or sudden change from a different platform, world and style. When your character don't carry that look, you kinda look really strange. When you don't speak that language of style, you look as if you are trying to be someone else, or are you on wannabe?

Stay where you belong, you look better with just being yourself.

Hahaha, or is it time for me to modify mine, add ons, minus offs? I just want to stay me. Just me.

"Unlockable"

Driving through the whole night long, Trying to figure out what's right and wrong. Is tough to say yes or no, When the breaks are still on no-go. Living a world away, Many things do sway. Words unspoken and actions needed, Not possible unless enabled. Things that are mysterious, Draw the minds of curious. Many of the unpredictables, Surface to knock on ables. Thoughts that swim, Pops right to the brim. Subject-verb agreement, A question of own judgement. Tests taken so far, Did not come on par. Results of those taken, Many are without token. Fears of the invisible, Are not at all erasable. What then is capable, To unlock the "unlockable"?

ToLeRaNcE

Tolerance is such an individual thing isn't it?
Recent events that surrounded me near and far, have kind of surprised me. Some of us has such low tolerance while others remain "untouchable" no matter what happens. We all deal with different work, people, things, environment, mental, physical and emotional issues. Sometimes we are forced to tolerate. At times, we willingly push our tolerance level to the maximum. It is such a wonder too, that some people has high tolerance level with certain issues but will blow their top at the smallest issues. Guess all these do make the world a more exciting and complicated one.
What is the limit then that we should apply? By stepping back at times, you get attacked further. By not being tolerant, you create scenarios that are irreversible at times. We often put up more with events that are more signicficant to us, or people who we care about.
Age does matter too, doesn't it? Younger ones, usually act like mines on fields, without warning, they explode. Matured ones who has seen, been there, done that, put thoughts to their acts. Therefore, tolerance level of the older ones are normally pitched at higher grounds.
What then is yours on the various aspects of life? Mine? Hahaha. In certain aspects, it has already gone beyond limits, categorise like "dangerous goods", either explosive or have exploded. Other aspects, I have grown to tolerate more, learning the wonders of my own capability to keep the endurance level high up!
You may be surprised with your own limits of tolerance at each different end - give some thoughts to it and keep discovering!

Trying

Knowing these tracks lead to heartaches,
You still got on the train.
Heading to the heartaching pains.
Trying that long way ahead,
Home is all that is in the head.

Laying in a room miles away,
Day times are bad, night times are worse.
Hoping that you can get home soon.
Not feel like a stanger, in another world.

The places you want to be, you know you can't go.

The moments of magic, are just too short.

The people you miss, you miss them much.

You don't want to be on the run feeling this way.

Everything is in slow motion, no matter what you do, is like running on still waters.

You can't do a thing,
from where you are right now.
While after while,
Miles after miles,
Will you ever get back home?

Trying to get back, get back to where you are,

Trying to get back, get back to you.