tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56045721234984685052024-02-20T00:06:18.023+08:00Therapy Trajectory - Alex's Random RamblingsBecause sometimes, it's therapeutic to have the fingers do the thinking.alexonairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11181187998211548873noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604572123498468505.post-37612087251793353622009-10-18T04:07:00.002+08:002009-10-18T04:23:36.354+08:00Tripping trajectoriesAnd yes, time sure does fly - over a year now, and blog's been a bit of a sahara.<div><br /></div><div>It's always refreshing, interacting with people in different settings.</div><div><br /></div><div>On my recent trip to Turkey, I remembered how fleeting moments with people can trip your trajectories... becoming permanent fixtures in your memory, as they alter your course in life. Whether it's the Ozzie-architect-turned-anthropologist in Kathmandu, Nepal, or the motherly Israeli lady with the radiating zest for life during a balloon ride in Cappadocia, Turkey. </div>alexonairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11181187998211548873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604572123498468505.post-18770832197476621082008-05-16T13:37:00.003+08:002008-05-16T13:45:49.355+08:00No therapy required<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hmm - just realised I've not clocked in for over 6 months since October 2007.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">No therapy required;-)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">For the past 6 months it's been about tennis, entrepreneurial expansions, tennis, weak knees, charting new waters & tennis.</span>alexonairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11181187998211548873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604572123498468505.post-84064627499622488512007-10-28T18:29:00.000+08:002007-10-28T19:40:07.611+08:00Of storms & mola molas<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why do people fuss & fret over the smallest things,<br />while others struggle to survive, without complaints.<br />It is after all, relative, they say.<br /><br />Clouded in expectations,<br />The mind ticks & tricks,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">An</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">d with vision impaired,<br />Magnifies & dramatizes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Till tiny drops of rain,<br />Transform into unyielding & unshielding storms.<br /><br />But storms do pass,</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbTvkF3DdKkh2OMuQTOvZvtygdKbSOm4pONQFeHnrGcd0U_C3e0douCZSpRqt5Mcegvr7tMiTVRgQNKj2DDQzYXb9H1nJ7yPupyNPLIDCv9KTFVk0J3gE6ViLTOBCW_-FPfRG00UQ-go/s1600-h/mola+mola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbTvkF3DdKkh2OMuQTOvZvtygdKbSOm4pONQFeHnrGcd0U_C3e0douCZSpRqt5Mcegvr7tMiTVRgQNKj2DDQzYXb9H1nJ7yPupyNPLIDCv9KTFVk0J3gE6ViLTOBCW_-FPfRG00UQ-go/s200/mola+mola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126348871021785570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Revealing, if one bothers to take notice,<br />The fresh & inviting scent of renewed vigour.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Clarifying the tainted thoughts of muddled memories.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />To focus on what's real & what's important.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the pursuit of the elusive mola mola,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we sometimes forget to appreciate the equally rare twisters that we come across during our journey.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYFWfkMtOytvAPMsPjxUOFiII_97oDhKbgfAnVYQWSFSuah26RqPL7np-s7MQLUI1gRKhJjrjJwA9M0c-IepdWOTNSwzxK-JVz-JZIrJbciHzos7Bp5oboKsH9sQt8dwCV9B-VwYrk3U/s1600-h/twister.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYFWfkMtOytvAPMsPjxUOFiII_97oDhKbgfAnVYQWSFSuah26RqPL7np-s7MQLUI1gRKhJjrjJwA9M0c-IepdWOTNSwzxK-JVz-JZIrJbciHzos7Bp5oboKsH9sQt8dwCV9B-VwYrk3U/s200/twister.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126349171669496306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As they too are magnificent.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span>alexonairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11181187998211548873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604572123498468505.post-70076186641215735932007-10-28T03:30:00.000+08:002007-10-28T03:48:57.161+08:00Of thumps & trumpsThumping terrestrials speak of inquisitive ponderings<br />As intoxicating cocktails shield the identity of the wounded<br />While lurking emotions are constantly reminded<br />Of everyday gestures, animate or inanimate.<br /><br />In the surly hours of the midnight gestures<br />Hypnotic swells of transient pleasures<br />Only to ascertain the constitution<br />Of hapless wanderings and amusing actions<br />So meaningless, you'd crack up.<br /><br />A necessary journey nevertheless<br />To wake from the impending insecurities<br />And to aid in the realisation<br />Of space, time and clarity of choice.alexonairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11181187998211548873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604572123498468505.post-47020000516345583922007-10-27T14:23:00.000+08:002007-10-27T14:27:47.636+08:00Recent ramblings18 October 2007<br />- After a VERY long walk traversing the streets of Bangsar, in contemplation<br /><br />casting the net of contemporary awe<br />condescends the curiosity of unbridled charisma<br />as sweeping masks of blends of beauty<br />shore the figurative fractions of phantom shadows<br /><br />reflections of phases of random<br />and yet<br />riveting personalities<br />buzz the twilight of telling remedies<br />until<br />savouring the sweet and sour palates of contemplation<br />lies comatose does the human spirit<br /><br />waves of wonder drive<br />and twirl the whimsical fancies of flight<br />frolicking in a spiral descent<br />to the wilderness of wicked and painful presence<br /><br />walking to the bleeding swell<br />of memories that wash and cleanse and commemorate<br />the soul soon finds the smallest interactions<br />blurred by the chaos<br />but open to the simplicity of human contact<br /><br />dust ends deliverance dreams<br />delicate matter strums discovery<br />stroking the soul<br />of random yet<br />real ramblings<br /><br /><br />20 October 2007<br /><br />Callisthenic connections drown the spirit<br />Lonesome ponderings of fickle floundering<br />Spring jarring & temporal tempers<br />Into the void the sun sets.<br />Into the void the sun retreats.<br /><br /><br />21 October 2007<br />- Inspired by a wonderful person<br /><br />Strumming the attire of a magnanimous heart<br />Beating profusely to the downtrodden dilemmas<br />Simple yet hopeful the sacrificial ingenuity<br />Of the hands that hold, bind & free<br />Thank God for the humanityalexonairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11181187998211548873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604572123498468505.post-85642779580660708112007-10-27T13:39:00.001+08:002007-10-27T14:08:13.380+08:00Newbie<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I first heard about blogging many years back, I ignored it as it sounded like a strange and strenuous sport. I do like sport - but this one sounded rather environmentally irresponsible.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Yes, of course I realised what blogging was shortly after, but for the longest time, was wondering why people do it? Moreover, being a productivity-buff, it came across as a time-waster (it was of course way more productive playing with my PS - then).</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />A couple of years ago, I started changing my perception of blogging - when people I personally knew actually had their blogs read and talked about - even moreso, than some bestsellers out in the market. I must say some of em were rather amusing.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />But starting a blog still sounded way too tedious.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 months back, Facebook became a part of my lifestyle - and yes, like 99% of folks on facebook, soon developed the addiction of being a passive voyeur.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And about a week back, started rambling random thoughts on facebook, and found it surprisingly therapeutic.<br /><br />Hence the start of this blog, inspired by some of the bloggers in the big league that I've come to know. e.g. </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://kevinyeoh.blogspot.com/">Kevin Yeoh (who I'm currently on MSN with getting his advice on how to create links).</a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />After all, it's therapeutic having the fingers do the thinking.</span>alexonairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11181187998211548873noreply@blogger.com1