sometimes u wonder wat u are working for. trying so hard to catch up with the elites, working doubly hard to chase space. you know u're a slow starter and very well know that u've already lost the first steps in the marathon. some things u cant change and have to accept gracefully or miserably.

you just continue to move and push, hoping they make a difference, hoping pushing in all directions would be appreciated, the small details will shine out in comparative, but in whose eyes it might differ

but then, u know deep down that all this may not be enough, ur best may not be good enough in other's eye. even thou so, wat can u do, sulk and die sulking?

they say u control u fate, u can choose what u want to do everyday, wat to eat or where to go, even right down to which toilet to use, but all this small choices dun really make a difference do they?

you are borned here, this country, this era, this set of parents and number of values that u are taught to uphold. this big choices arn in your control and sometimes you really wonder if ur here to make up the numbers.

posted by ikaira @ 4:15 PM, ,


"Can someone explain to me why men in this town carry their girlfriend’s handbags?"

My good friend Anne immediately yelped, “Aiyoh, I cannot stand guys like that!”
“I know! Have some balls, I say!? exclaimed Vera with force. And on it went for a bit. Of course, the guys at the table stoutly denied that they’d ever carried their girlfriends’ handbags while the girls looked at us sideways, clearly wanting to give us the benefit of the doubt, but holding out on a final judgment till they’d spoken to our respective partners.

It eventually occurred to me then that Carly, witting to my side, had been unaccountably silent the entire conversation. I swiveled my head around to her and lifted a questioning eyebrow. She looked at me nervously and, under the pressure of my furrowed brow, finally blurted out, “Well, I’ve actually asked my boyfriend to carry my handbag! But only sometimes, lah” she added hurriedly.

In the ensuing deafening silence, you could have heard a mosquito fart. Much like a python moves in slowly as it surveys its helpless prey, Anne leaned forward and stared at Carly, turning head slightly. “Uhm, shy?” she finally asked.

“Well, sometimes, it’s heavy! What’s the big deal?” poor Carly said. By now clearly regretting ever opening her big mouth.“Well, that’s your fault, what” Anne exclaimed. “Who ask you to put gold bars inside? Right?” She looked around the table. Several heads nodded enthusiastically in response.

Under the verbal onslaught, Carly looked desperate. “But it’s a Fendi!” “Oh my god, Fendi, Prada. Who cares!” Vera cried. It occurred to me in the dim lighting of the restaurant she looked a little UmaThurman did just before she went on her murderous rampage in Kill Bill.
“But what if he doesn’t mind carrying it for me?” Carly blurted. “That’s not the point, lah!” Annette snapped. “A guy should never carry a handbag. Not even if he’s gay”
From the other side of the table someone said firmly, “A handbag is a handbag! If you’re going to make the guy carry your handbag, put it in a big plastic bag. Then I think that’s okay”.
“But even then,” Vera said, clearly dissatisfied with this flagrant attempt to create a loophole in the No Handbag If You’re a Man) Not Even if You’re Gay) Rule.

posted by ikaira @ 4:56 PM, ,


its tuesday,

one day after monday,

and wat date is it?

24th April,

one day after 23th April.

and wats the big deal about 24th April?

becos its one day after the 23th.

and wat has anything got to do with 23th?

becos it is the date for the first exam.

dun ask me how did i fare, im just happy that its over

posted by ikaira @ 12:40 PM, ,


this thought kept poping up these few days. "wat would u do if you are financially able". we always use money as an excuse to continue working. the usual words are "financially commitments, family, car, house, parents, kids" watever reason as long as it keeps the cycle going.

did we ever entertained the thoght of wat to do when ur rich? would u be pilanthropic enough to donate all ur wealth and live sparingly? or would u continue to accumulate it further so that your next, next next, next next next generation wouldnt have to worry? would we buy a condo? a hdb and renovate it to look like a condo? a landed property in sentosa cove to enjoy the high life? a porshe or lamborghini or just a vios or fit. or maybe

maybe we're just too in love of our job, without our job, we are totally lost, directionless. most of our frens are made from the work place, and they are the ppl who you interact most, and for those who really clicked with, you would even be meeting up outside the workplace coffee and even weekends for some golf or soccer?

now it seems like everything revovle around it, the main priority, the most inner circle, every other circle is built around it. just like how roma is built around totti, u get the idea?

no work = lesser frens, = nothing to force us to wake up to in the morning, = no expectation to head home once the clock strikes 6pm cos your home most of the time. might even make your house less bearable cos you are in it everytime, just like how dogs would beg for the chance to run around the estate or simply downstairs, any where as long as its not in the house.

how many of us would be able to really leave everything behind or even totally let go? i wish i could, i really wish i could

sweetest dreams pure minds.

posted by ikaira @ 2:42 AM, ,