Merry Christmas

(A short one before bed sounds like a good idea?)

It’s the night of Boxing Day and for many of us
The party is quieting down and the guests are leaving:
Making their sleepy way home after a fun Christmas Eve and Day
While we put the wine glasses away and remove the stained table cloth;

The merry-making will go on for the Christmastide through to the New Year
To cap off a year of ups and downs and highs and lows
A year that is very much like many others before for many of us now
Yet perhaps for some of us it has been a different year – maybe one that is special;

The year has come to a close:
What has come to pass has passed before our eyes in the days gone
While what is to come lies ahead before us in the days that are to come
Almost like a window of transition between the past and future – yesterday and tomorrow;

A good time to think of what has been done in the year behind,
A good time too to think of what is to be done in the year ahead;

While all that thinking is in progress:
Do remember to pour yourself a glass of wine and have yourself some fruit cake
To keep in mind that it is still the joyous season of Christmas
Where the cheers will continue and the spirit of gratitude and merriment will go on;

Merry Christmas.

New Guitar: Epiphone EJ-200CE

If you guys were wondering why I’ve been blogging much lesser these days, it’s because of this new instrument below.


It’s a brand new Vintage Sunburst Epiphone EJ-200CE, a great sounding guitar known as the “King of the Flat Tops”. It is the Epiphone equivalent of the Gibson J200, possibly one of the most famous acoustic guitars ever as played by some of the most well known figures such as Elvis, Buddy Holly, Don Everly, Bob Dylan and many others.

It is a great sounding acoustic guitar that is versatile and easy to play for all levels of guitar playing. The built-in pick-up, the eSonic2, is a reputable pick-up that comes with NanoFlex and NanoMag which allows for a wide range of sounds to be achieved.

With a beautiful Jumbo body shape, great sound and ease of playing, this guitar is definitely suitable for any guitar player interested in an acoustic guitar that is worth many times its price. As a plus, this guitar is probably the most recognisable acoustic guitar ever made. Certainly worth a try.

A Moment In Time

(Just 5 minutes before bed)

All of us await one moment in life where
We are truly free and ourselves and can do what we want –
Regardless of what it is that we do or how we want to do it
There is a moment we all wait for: to be free and to be ourselves;

I don’t mean something simple like running away from overly protective parents
Or getting out of the restraining grip of school or society:
I mean one moment in time where we break free from all burdens and chains
To be who we and what we are – truly and without any repression;

The whole idea of delayed gratification or the classic ‘when I am / when I have..’
Is founded based upon this (distant) ideal of being totally free and at will
A state where there no longer is any force inhibiting us or holding us back
Where (and when) we run free and easy beyond what material can comfort;

This moment possibly will never come at all:
Yet we all know that we anchor our dreams upon this one moment in time
Created in the depths of our souls for the final gratification that is to come
Possibly a time and place where angels float amidst the heavenly spheres;

Are you waiting for such a moment?

What’s Due

(Just a short 5 minute scribble before I continue the night listening to Elvis. The King’s on the playlist tonight haha)

I have a feeling that all of us – yes probably every single one of us
Expect some things from life which we are likely to consider
Things that are due to us: in the sense that we’re entitled to certain things in life
Maybe in the material form or in terms of our circumstances;

We think perhaps that life owes us things which we rightfully deserve
Like maybe a well to do background or a happy family
Or possibly other things like having a set of parents who are more lax
Or maybe getting the same privileges and golden spoons in life that others have;

We want so many things from and out of life that I’m not too sure
If we’re sometimes asking for too much at a go and doing so too often
That we forget that life owes us nothing and what is due to us
Is not really due to us because it is not a right but is rather more a gift;

It is hard to explain why some people start with great footings and have
All the things in life which we ourselves want so badly but cannot have
Without bringing in the concept or idea of karma – that all things are a result of
Causation and Effect where all that is given is decided by what is before;

Perhaps the best that we can do in life is not to focus on what is due (owed) to us
But rather focus on what can be achieved and gained due to us:
Our hard work and will in doing the best we can for ourselves
So that we can with our own hands create a life that we want for ourselves;

So when and what is everything due (to) really?

The Songs We Used To Sing

Songs are remembered for the memories and people
That we (unknowingly or otherwise) associate the songs to –
Whether a previous lover or acquaintance or even a random stranger;

We never would know who or what exactly we relate songs to
Until we hear the songs being played and the memories start flooding back:
Whether a scene at a cafe or just a simple exchange of words
Some songs are just defined by the moments captured and the memories evoked;

Not every song is like that – in fact most songs are just what they are
Except the really special few which we have come to represent
Certain places or people or even just a mere ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’
That become memories revisited whenever the song is heard;

If you listen to a song and reminiscence of a time past
Perhaps you really do miss certain people and certain moments;

Just like the songs we used to sing.

For a Friend (Who Has Flown Off)

We threw punches at each other in and out of class
Like little boys trying to catch the other off-guard
The punches flew in sometimes exaggerated fashions
While the blocks and parrying were dispatched in movie-like stances;

I would brace and let you try a new punching style
While you would shield to allow me a shot at a new kick
As though we were Bruce Lee or Ip Man or some world renown martial artist
Demonstrating our famous sidekicks or one-inch punches;

While some punches may have hurt and other kicks may have stung
I did enjoy every bit of our friendship (yes – even your silly slangs and weird ways)
And I’m really glad we did all that martial arts and ‘wannabe’ kungfu master together
To the extent of calling each other ‘sifu’ and throwing punches as we go;

Take care my friend: you’ll become a kungfu master someday somewhere
And yes I echo your wish that may our paths all cross again someday:
All you have to do is to buy an airplane ticket and come back to see us –
That’s al it takes for our paths to cross and our lives to intersect again (that’s easy!)

(Til then, bon voyage and may the punches and kicks get better and faster)


(Just 5 minutes before going to bed; I’m in a super sleepy state of mind (not a New York State of Mind haha) but I’ll try to make up a few lines and see how far I can go)

There are many things in life which are fragile:
Things which are easily shattered by slight mishandling
Or broken by rough abuse intentional (or otherwise)
That hardly can be restored to it’s former perfection (try as we might);

Such things are easily ruined where just a slight crack anywhere
Can spread and cause a complete shattering
Which leaves on the ground shards of broken promises
That probably would take years to mend (and likely never fully mended);

Trust is one such thing and it best be kept safe.

A Little Thought (to Norwegian Wood)

(Just a little thought after reading one of Murakami’s most famous works, Norwegian Wood; it was a great read)

You give the impression that there is in life
A void that is present in everyone that is created
By the departure of a loved one or the loss of love
That cannot be filled by normal means of escape or cure;

The extensive amount of sex (and alcohol) that Watanabe goes through
Is but meaningless and does nothing to his emotional and spiritual needs
Where it merely satisfies his physical desires for security and pleasure
Yet does not ease the agony and emptiness he experiences;

The idea of a sanatorium too appears very much appealing to the pained
But it takes a turn when it is revealed to be nothing more than a zone of escape
That merely allows one to run away to a rural recluse far away from harsh realities
Seeking solace (forever) in hills hidden away from what is painful in life;

It does too appear that there is no escape from the scars and ghosts of life
Other than by means of suicide by which Naoko and Kizuki chose:
To die rather than to live and to choose the dead over the living
Which (in reality) does ease the pains of living but causes pain to the living;

There seems to be no escape from life where one by one
The characters lose their mind and get embattled and worn down
By the battles and voices that rage within the head and distort reality
Where eventually even Watanabe appears to have lost himself (and his mind);

Can love be the divine cure for what is irreversibly painful in life,
Or is love the curse of what is inevitably joyful in life?
In one moment in time all that is perfect can be shattered
By a loss and realisation that constructs a black hole by which there is no escape;

Yes indeed it speaks to the living and mourns the dead:
Linked by love.


I see families with luggages and excited children (likely siblings)
discussing amongst themselves
What they were going to do upon touch down
And where they were heading to after checking in;

I see people exchanging well wishes and waving goodbyes
Whether relatives or friends or new acquaintances
There is both an air of excitement and anticipation (Bon Voyage!)
Of new memories to be made and new places to be discovered;

A place of transition of incoming and outgoing:
People come and go as the planes take off and touch down
Leaving behind more than misty mornings and nostalgic twilight
Taking with them fresh dreams and new aspirations;

There is something special in the air.


Here is a secret between the two of us which
I’ve never told anyone anytime anyhow
That is about the memories and times we have shared
That others do not know about;

It would be like the times we built sandcastles in the beach
With spades and buckets we really didn’t know how
Where one dome was raised while another fell
But we had fun in the sun and didn’t care for much;

Or like the times when we went to Disneyland and got lost
Amongst Mickey and Minnie and were just so thrilled
We didn’t know some of the characters but we didn’t bother
Because they were all so cute and magic was in the air;

Maybe it involves the times we spent having silly little arguments
Over who would pack up after a game of Monopoly or Uno
Or who would do the dishes for the night as decided by
A game of rock-paper-scissors or me (and you) just being lazy;

Not forgetting too the times when we got into trouble (you, me or both)
And looked for each other just to talk about things or to seek advice
Where some of these words were just thoughtless but still we had each other
To bail one another out whenever we were being rash or just plain silly;

Just to add in too the nights when we couldn’t sleep
Times which we spent singing or telling funny stories that
Continued on and on until either one of us fell asleep
Or until things got quiet (which meant both of us falling asleep);

Or possibly the times too when we went red packet collecting
During Chinese New Year or present-exchanging during Christmas
Where we would spend moments staring at the magical Christmas tree
Hoping day after day that presents would mysteriously appear under it;

Lastly perhaps too the times when we trained for our fitness tests together
And worked our soles to practice our serves and forehands on the tennis court
Where in other evenings we went cycling against the setting sun
Feeling as though there is nothing in the world that can stop or tire us;

These are the things I never told anyone about simply because
These secrets are to remain between the two of us – just me and you:
People wouldn’t understand even if we started telling them these things,
They’ll just think it silly or wouldn’t even bother altogether;

These secrets shall be kept secrets for as long as we know
And for as far as we can carry them because
These secrets do not exist anywhere else at all other than
The imaginary world created by the two of us (but really more like just one of us);

Maybe someday I’ll visit you on the other side of reality.