About Rose: I grew up in Singapore, lived in Melbourne but currently call London home. I love gastronomic adventures, especially while travelling. I stated writing at 17 to remember how it all began.
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31 January 2005
9.38pm; monday
songs have a way of stirring me and knowing that somehow, someone actually can identify and relate to my thoughts or feelings is always comforting.. realising that you are not alone. i reminisce a lot, hoping and often pining for the days gone by but cliches often speak of letting go of the past to embrace the future, or something along those cheesy lines. but really how does that work? i read 'man and boy' over the weekend and it came to a point where the protagonist's mother who had recently lost her husband (with whom she spent a good half of a century with) said "to really love someone is to let them go". being the cynic that i am, i honestly believe that such magnanimity is a delusion that people choose to believe in. when you are really unable to let something/someone go, people tell themselves that if they somehow were able to find a way to let go, they are rewarded with the contentment/illusion of having truly loved someone. and of course, it makes life a little easier to live with knowing you have "really loved someone", comforted that they are capable of such obscure, illusory notions of petrarchan love instead of being associated with the connotations of being selfish and indulgent should one cling to a memory or something in life perhaps too dearly. so it really is the allure of such a specious life isn't it? where upon shakespeare's "it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all", you feel better knowing that somehow, someone actually can identify and relate to your thoughts or feelings. which is always comforting, realising that you are not alone.
"That's sugarcane that tasted good That's freezing rain, that's what you could Come on, come on, no one can see you try Come on, come on, no one can see me cry" -imitation of life, r.e.m.