standing just below the grand flickering screen of departure/arrivals in changi airport somehow gives you a damned feeling that everytime when you are here, its for some emotional reason. sometimes you cant help feeling that travelling gives you a wonderful euphoria of being able to start afresh a new person in the different world - a world that doesnt stare at you for who you are. there are times when you feel your house is too big for yourself or your family or that dread is creeping up your shoulders to give up the burden waiting for you back at home. most of the time, you just wanna escape. to escape from the reality that hurts you much, one where you are so sucked into it like a black hole, no light can ever seep outta there. you dream.

are there ever times when a stomachache runs through your body and all you know is the world is spinning around you. its a silent film that plays on the projector leaving you at a loss of what to do. i liken this feeling whenever you feel scared, depressed or simply, whenever you just hope a helping hand will come over and hold you, leading you painlessly. you just hope. when in fact i feel it most of the time. i see its everywhere, in my frens, in people around me. they crumple and end up doing all the wrong things without their guardian angels. sometimes the only way out is to make yourself think that its all a dream and you will see light soon. you keep convincing yourself that in the hope sometime someday your angel will descend to lead you out of the warzone battered. sometimes hoping is not enough.


cr3 ndp rehearsal pictures for last sat's up in my flickr acct alr, could check it out here http://www.flickr.com/photos/9069418@N08/