My Life's Escapades

How do i survive living half the life that i knew

2011-01-22T15:40:00.000+08:00

Everywhere that i turn, there's something there
Something to remind me
When i sleep it's alone, still i reach out
As if you're beside me
Tried to move on, tried to find something new
But everything that i did
Is something we used to do

post marathon

2010-12-26T22:04:00.003+08:00

Finally completed my marathon, although timing wasn't good but started strong and finish strong! Probably because the following day I had to go back for reservist - need to conserve energy. However, no amount of energy conservation would have stopped the aches and pain from completing a marathon!

2010-04-20T21:09:00.001+08:00

Why can't I get over you?

2009-10-06T11:49:00.002+08:00

Calendar of events for the rest of the year

24 Oct 2009 - Nike Human Race 10km
31 Oct 2009 - Mediacorp Subaru Challenge (2nd year, hope I get the numbered ping-pong)
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6 Dec 2009 - Standard Chartered Full Marathon (42.22km) - 2nd year joining

Keep an open mind

2009-09-23T01:58:00.001+08:00

2009-09-14T23:59:00.000+08:00

"We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies."

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

2009-09-13T01:14:00.000+08:00

Letter from Lee Kuan Yew's Daughter- A Must Read

SLUMP TIME HAS ARRIVED

By Lee Wei Ling

In 2007, in an end-of-year message to the staff of the National

Neuroscience Institute, I wrote: 'Whilst boom time in the public
sector is never as booming as in the private sector, let us not forget
that boom time is eventually followed by slump time. Slump time in the
public sector is always less painful compared to the private sector.'
Slump time has arrived with a bang.

While I worry about the poorer Singaporeans who will be hit hard,
perhaps this recession has come at an opportune time for many of us.
It will give us an incentive to reconsider our priorities in life.
Decades of the good life have made us soft. The wealthy especially,
but also the middle class in Singapore , have had it so good for so
long, what they once considered luxuries, they now think of as
necessities.

A mobile phone, for instance, is now a statement about who you are,
not just a piece of equipment for communication. Hence many people buy
the latest model though their existing mobile phones are still in
perfect working order.

A Mercedes-Benz is no longer adequate as a status symbol. For
millionaires who wish to show the world they have taste, a Ferrari or
a Porsche is deemed more appropriate.

The same attitude influences the choice of attire and accessories. I
still find it hard to believe that there are people carrying handbags
that cost more than thrice the monthly income of a bus driver , and
many more times that of the foreign worker labouring in the hot sun,
risking his life to construct luxury condominiums he will never have a
chance to live in.

The media encourages and amplifies this ostentatious consumption.
Perhaps it is good to encourage people to spend more because this will
prevent the recession from getting worse. I am not an economist, but
wasn't that the root cause of the current crisis - Americans spending
more than they could afford to?

I am not a particularly spiritual person. I don't believe in the
supernatural and I don't think I have a soul that will survive my
death. But as I view the crass materialism around me, I am reminded of
what my mother once told me: 'Suffering and deprivation is good for
the soul.'

My family is not poor, but we have been brought up to be frugal. My
parents and I live in the same house that my paternal grandparents and
their children moved into after World War II in 1945. It is a big
house by today's standards, but it is simple - in fact, almost to the
point of being shabby.

Those who see it for the first time are astonished that Minister
Mentor Lee Kuan Yew's home is so humble. But it is a comfortable
house, a home we have got used to. Though it does look shabby compared
to the new mansions on our street, we are not bothered by the
comparison..

Most of the world and much of Singapore will lament the economic
downturn. We have been told to tighten our belts. There will
undoubtedly be suffering, which we must try our best to ameliorate.
But I personally think the hard times will hold a timely lesson for
many Singaporeans, especially those born after 1970 who have never
lived through difficult times. No matter how poor you are in
Singapore , the authorities and social groups do try to ensure you have
shelter and food. Nobody starves in Singapore .

Many of those who are currently living in mansions and enjoying a
luxurious lifestyle will probably still be able to do so, even if they
might have to downgrade from wines costing $20,000 a bottle to $10,000
a bottle. They would hardly notice the difference.

Being wealthy is not a sin. It cannot be in a capitalist market
economy. Enjoying the fruits of one's own labour is one's prerogative
and I have no right to chastise those who choose to live luxuriously.

But if one is blinded by materialism, there would be no end to
wanting and hankering. After the Ferrari, what next? An Aston Martin?
After the Hermes Birkin handbag, what can one upgrade to?

Neither an Aston Martin nor a Hermes Birkin can make us truly happy
or contented. They are like dust, a fog obscuring the true meaning of
life, and can be blown away in the twinkling of an eye.

When the end approaches and we look back on our lives, will we regret
the latest mobile phone or luxury car that we did not acquire? Or
would we prefer to die at peace with ourselves, knowing that we have
lived lives filled with love, friendship and goodwill, that we have
helped some of our fellow voyagers along the way and that we have
tried our best to leave this world a slightly better place than how we
found it?

We know which is the correct choice - and it is within our power to
make that choice.

In this new year, burdened as it is with the problems of the year
that has just ended, let us again try to choose wisely.

To a considerable degree, our happiness is within our own control,
and we should not follow the herd blindly.

The writer is director of the National Neuroscience Institute and Lee
Kuan Yew's daughter (Lee Kuan Yew is the former Prime Minister of
Singapore ).

2009-09-10T00:05:00.002+08:00

There was a time not too long ago
When if someone ask how I feel
I would say "Love"
If they ask how I know
I would say "Trust"
And if that's not enough
I would say it's every little thing you did

Ahhhh! The days of innocence

Hypocrites

2009-08-30T00:16:00.002+08:00

I've always believe in the notion of "Innocent until proven Guilty"

Lately I'm beginning to think that Justice is Blind

Though I may be condemned

But do not incriminate those that have nothing to do with it

Let alone insult them

I accept my fate to be Loneliness companion forever

But to all those 2-Face, Hypocrite Bitches out there,

I FUCKING DESPISE YOU! I REALLY DO!

It's not enough to accuse someone

But to actually do it

You're the worse of all

2009-08-24T00:49:00.002+08:00

I would like to implore those who read my blog to visit this site and watch the video. The contents are not a reflection on my views towards the government. Viewers have the right to formulate your own perception after viewing this video.

http://one-nation-under-lee.org/

2009-08-22T02:42:00.003+08:00

My friends tell me that my blog is to solemn and difficult to understand ("Chim"). So to add some colour and comic relief to this blog, here's a few jokes

Condom says to Kotex, "When you work, I lose seven days of business."
Kotex replies, "If you fail to work once, my business stops for nine months

A black guy and a white girl met at a nite club. She took him to her apartment and said: "tie me to the bed and do what black men do best!" so he ran off with the TV and VCD...

Wife: "I wish I were a newspaper, so you can hold me every morning!"
Husband: "I wish you're a newspaper TOO, my dear so I can have a NEW ONE every morning!

A Chinese couple got married. When baby was born, her eyes were big and blue, hair was curly and blonde, skin was brown. Finally, name of the baby was SAM TING LONG ("some thing wrong")

A lady visited her doctor one morning.
Doc said: "You look so weak and exhausted! Are you eating your meals 3 times a day as I advised?
Lady : "Doc, I thought you said 3 males a day!"

Phone rings and maid picks up the phone as her master is bathing.....When the caller asked what he is doing, the maid replied: "MASTURBATING."(master bathing)

I personally prefer the last joke. I'm sure it happens a lot in singapore to the filipino maids. HAHAHA!! I can imagine that!!

2009-08-20T11:03:00.002+08:00

2009-08-19T19:14:00.002+08:00

I'm just so tired
My eyes are getting heavy
Breathing is getting difficult
I think I'm going...

Stan Chart Marathon 2009 Route

2009-08-17T14:20:00.001+08:00

2009-08-16T15:23:00.002+08:00

Second year joining! Full Marathon 42.195 km (Race starts: 5:30 am) ! Do support me!

Do not be caught up with the Race of Life
Instead run Full Marathon!

2009-08-15T11:42:00.005+08:00

I feel like I am sitting in the middle of the storm, while the world is holding its breath. That, or I have already slipped quietly into the long night of absolute madness.....

2009-08-12T22:33:00.001+08:00

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

2009-08-12T22:30:00.001+08:00

To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived

2009-08-12T22:24:00.001+08:00

Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I'll show you a happy man
But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be

2009-08-03T00:18:00.000+08:00

Why did you have to be my friend?
Why didn't you leave when the rest did?
Why did you choose me?

Alas, Loneliness knows me by the name..
Loneliness is always looking for a friend
it found me and has always been around since then

Ahhhhh sweet and bitter Loneliness
Won't you bring Love and Comfort along?
I yearn for their sweet embrace

Loneliness, you have been a dear friend to me
Accompanying me through those cold and dark nights
Alas, I think I'm ready...

To all who feel like giving up

2009-07-29T00:28:00.004+08:00

To all who feel like giving up, here's a little motivation....

2009-07-29T00:17:00.001+08:00

Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go.
Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

2009-07-21T09:35:00.000+08:00

There's a light in your eyes that I used to see
There's a place in your heart where I used to be
Was I wrong to assume that you were waiting for me
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me

Excerpt from Blessed Union of Souls - Light in your eyes

2009-07-20T01:25:00.001+08:00

Boys and Girls, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most man lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out! Carpe Diem!

2009-07-20T01:16:00.000+08:00

HI!! Please do leave your comments at my posts, I would love to hear your thoughts! Merci!

2009-07-17T14:36:00.003+08:00

And so as I once again leaf through the crisp white pages of my fabric-black hand-written journal, the fleeting moments that reminds me how much poignance I possess in my soul. Yes this simple boy that dreams of a crazy and beautiful love (of a lifetime and no lesser) is not so lucky to find.
But alas, I know that what Allah has planned for me is much more greater than I can fathom.

There I was at the funeral, my mind drifting to the times when I thought that Life was about living to the extreme doing whatever my mind set out to do. And then I remember the life in which my uncle led, what he did and how people define him. Alas, I came to a conclusion. Life should not be wasted on doing meaningless things but in fact about how you interact with others and the lasting impressions you leave behind. I do not wish to be remembered as someone evil, useless or not to be remembered at all when I pass away. Instead I want to be remembered as someone with a good heart, someone useful, a good friend and most importantly a good Son and a good Muslim.

Yes this simple boy is turning out to be quite the web of complexities you all conjure up in the chambers of your mind.

2009-07-10T22:26:00.000+08:00

Taking a 1 week hiatus, be back soon

2009-07-08T01:06:00.000+08:00

Michael Jackson u were a 'Thriller' to the music world...
Now that you have 'Gone Too Soon' 'You are not Alone' as we 'Remember the Time' you started your 'Childhood' with 'ABC 123' and being a 'Smooth Criminal'
you transcend our hearts with 'Billie Jean' and made everyone no matter 'Black or White' 'Rock with
you'.Your 'History' will always be on this 'Earth' and
you will always be the King of Pop that as no one can 'Beat It'...'I Just Can't Stop Loving You' Michael Jackson you were like 'Another Part of Me' from my younger age as you always encouraged us to 'Heal the World' and 'Keep The Faith'
with all your beautiful songs.All the best on your new journey and I pray that your world up there will not be 'Dangerous' but filled with peace and happiness.

2009-07-07T20:02:00.001+08:00

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.

2009-07-04T16:27:00.000+08:00

HAPPY 4th of JULY!!!

2009-07-03T10:55:00.000+08:00

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

2009-07-02T23:51:00.000+08:00

They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

2009-07-01T20:59:00.001+08:00

I feel it....the muse is back

2009-07-01T20:30:00.005+08:00

There he was, a few feets from her,
with only a few people separating him from her.
All he could do was stand from a distant,
watching...waiting.

Memories set adrift to a time not so long ago
A time of innocence
Where Love was pure
When it was you and him against the world

Oh sweet memory
Although the ravages of time
Will consume you
All he could do is just keep the memories alive
in his heart

There he was, a few feets from her,
feet rooted to the ground
as if an unknown force was holding him
The words could not escape from his mouth

Oh the dastard,
why did you cower beneath the pressure.
Alas, you are half the man you used to be,
for underneath that sharp exterior
you are but a lonely child.

2009-07-01T09:24:00.003+08:00

Have you seen My Love?
Did she pass here?
If you've seen her
Could you tell her
That I miss her.

My tribute to the Legendary King of Pop - Michael Jackson

2009-06-27T10:24:00.009+08:00

As a boy growing up, one can't help but to hear Michael's music being played on the airwaves. I still remember the first song I heard which was Thriller. Back then the album was the Best Selling Album in history and it still is with over 109 Million copies sold. After that he just keeps coming up with hits after hits all of which top the No. 1 chart. I'm awed by his musical genius and the way he reinvents music. One can say that today's music was derived from Michael Jackson. RnB, Hip Hop, Pop all of which came from MJ. Today's dance was also derived from MJ. I still remember his famous Moonwalk that made way for Breakdancing, Hip-Hop dance and so on. And who could forget his gravity defying 45 degrees forward leaning.

MJ's life wasn't all rosey and peachey. Far from that, he had a troubling childhood, the media would always make him out to a wacko, which in my sincere opinion is totally false and then there were people who took advantage of his caring nature. I sincerely implore all of you who reads this blog to head to this website and watch all the 9 videos and not to pass judgement without first understanding him. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvhwWDCV9Bo

I'm a fan of his music and his passing meant a huge loss to the music scene. I am glad he was able to embrace Islam before his passing and may he find solitude and respite in death. May Allah shower his soul with His Benevolence - Ameen.

2009-06-26T10:35:00.001+08:00

Red roses were her favourites,
her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them,
tied with pretty bows.

The year he died, the roses were
delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine",
like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses,
and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than
last year on this day.

My love for you will always grow,
with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that
the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in
advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that
he would pass away.

He always liked to do things early,
way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything
would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed
them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait
of his smiling face.

She would sit for hours, in her
husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture,
and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to
live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude,
that had become her fate.

Then, the very hour,
as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were
roses, sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then
just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to
call the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked
him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her,
causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away,
more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call,
and you would want to know.

The flowers you received today, were
paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he
left nothing to chance.

There is a standing order,
that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance,
you'll get them every year.

There also is another thing,
that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card
...he did this years ago.

Then, should ever I find out that
he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be
sent, to you the following year."

She thanked him and hung up the phone,
her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking,
as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw
that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
this is what he wrote...

"Hello my love, I know it's been
a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard
for you to overcome.

I know it must be lonely,
and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way,
I know how I would feel.

The love we shared made everything
so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say,
you were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover,
you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year,
but please try not to grieve.

I want you to be happy,
even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be
sent to you for years.

When you get these roses,
think of all the happiness,
That we had together,
and how both of us were blessed.

I have always loved you
and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on,
you have some living still.

Please...try to find happiness,
while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope
you find some ways.

The roses will come every year,
and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered,
when the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day,
in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit,
he will know without a doubt,

To take the roses to the place,
where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are,
together once again.

-Anonymous

2009-06-25T12:06:00.001+08:00

Do I hurt well?.....I don't.

2009-06-24T02:16:00.003+08:00

I long for your sweet embrace
The warmth of your hug
The way you notice subtle changes in me

I am but a lowly servant
Stab me and I'll bleed
For an honest quest in life

I long to touch time...

2009-06-20T23:11:00.003+08:00

mary hopkin - those were the days

once upon a time there was a tavern
where we used to raise a glass or two
remember how we laughed away the hours
and dreamed of all the great things we would do

those were the days my friend
we thought they'd never end
we'd sing and dance forever and a day
we'd live the life we choose
we'd fight and never lose
for we were young and sure to have our way
those were the days
oh yes those were the days

then the busy years went rushing by us
we lost our starry notions on the way
if by chance I'd see you in the tavern
we'd smile at one another and we'd say

those were the days my friend
we thought they'd never end
we'd sing and dance forever and a day
we'd live the life we choose
we'd fight and never lose
for we were young and sure to have our way
those were the days
oh yes those were the days

just tonight I stood before the tavern
nothing seemed the way it used to be
in the glass I saw a strange reflection
was that lonely man really me

those were the days my friend
we thought they'd never end
we'd sing and dance forever and a day
we'd live the life we choose
we'd fight and never lose
for we were young and sure to have our way
those were the days
oh yes those were the days

through the door there came familiar laughter
i saw your face and heard you call my name
oh my friends, we're older but no wiser
for in our hearts, the dreams are still the same

2009-06-19T14:44:00.001+08:00

Nobody is perfect, I'm nobody.

2009-06-17T17:21:00.002+08:00

In Life we are not fortunate enough to given what we want, but we are privileged to be given what we need to live. So don't despair when you don't get what you want, because you don't need it to live.

2009-06-16T22:19:00.008+08:00

Time

I'm always intrigue at the fluidity of Time. It flows through eternity in all simplicity. They say Time passes by quickly when you're having fun, but what if I'm not doing anything at all? Is doing nothing fun? Take for example today, I did practically nothing and the day just whisk by. Just like that another day is gone. I've never been one who actually likes to sit around and do nothing. I live life on the fast lane, never slowing down even for an instant. I follow a simple creed in life, Carpe Diem which means seize the moment, seize every opportunity that comes by and don't look back at your decision.
For me, keeping busy lets my mind forget all the hurtful things. I just want to race through life wishing to cross the finishing line first. Which is why today was the day that Life caught up with me and pat me on the shoulder. It gave me a smile and assured me that tough times won't last but tough men do.

Something about life you already knew

2009-06-09T11:33:00.003+08:00

Then the time come for you to be your own man and take on the world, and you did. But somewhere along the line, you changed. You stopped being you. You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you're no good. And when things got hard, you started looking for something to blame, like a big shadow. Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain't you! You're better than that!

2009-06-07T12:57:00.007+08:00

Best Infantry Unit 08/09: 3rd Battalion Singapore Infantry Regiment (3SIR 12th Mono)

Well Done Scorpions!

SILENT AND EFFECTIVE!

SCORPIONS!

The Paradox of Our Age By Dr. Bob Moorehead

2009-05-28T14:37:00.005+08:00

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals; we have more food, but less appeasement; we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember to say "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

2009-05-26T19:54:00.000+08:00

Life is not the amount of breath you take, but the moments that take your breath away.

2009-05-18T11:22:00.000+08:00

Essence of love in this word what i mean,
nature of two, of a dove,
the love can never be seen.

Presence of touch in the palm of your hand,
a gypsy ladies cup, seen trying to understand,
a faith not lost in a redeeming hope,
for a quest in life, lets an honest man grow.

Thank you - a word, not a meaning in full,
one prayer for one star i now give to you,
for those who know in their heart of hearts,
Im blessed by you all.

2009-05-16T13:30:00.005+08:00

The only constant thing in Life is CHANGE. Knowingly or unknowingly, I believe the changes in our lives has been the best thing that could ever have happened. Some might sit down regretting and whine about the 'What If' in their life. Would their life have been better if they had chosen another path? Would I be happier if I had taken that offer? What if I had done that? This questions used to run through my mind like a bullet train racing through Japan. However, slowly but surely, we all will come to a realization that we will not be who we are now without going through all that has happened. Who and where we are now is best possible outcome that could ever have happen. The past has been instrumental in shaping the person I am today and I appreciate that.

2009-05-16T09:46:00.001+08:00

Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

Neo: Because I choose to.

2009-05-16T08:20:00.002+08:00

An essential characteristic of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero, and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When he wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone. Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit, that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak, he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race

Untitled

2009-05-16T02:37:00.002+08:00

And so it continues. From where the stark-paper white pages of sour crisp fragrance has been left off; I have begun to write in my handwritten journal, once again. Furiously now, writing and writing furiously. Of each and every individual who mattered and matters, whom I hold close to my heart; of every little riot and events that have been a part in shaping the man I am today. Like I knew something is going to happen. In time, everything will fade. But I just want to write. Furiously now, writing and writing furiously. Like I knew something is going to happen

Poignance

2009-05-16T02:32:00.000+08:00

As I leaf again and again through the pages of crisp white of my fabric-black hand-written journal, it struck me just how much poignance I possess deep inside of me; that it breaths life into my writing, from the elusive chambers and fleeting imagination in my mind and the incomprensible yet all-too-familiar ache in my heart. The words athwart the sour-crisp, immature pages stared back at me like a familiar, old friend from out of nowhere at all; out of eternity and out of my head.

I am an intrinsic, imaginary writer and poet of sorts - a wisp of complexities in the shape of a boy. Yet a poor writer, I confess I am. And how my immortal dream never dies - black and white, cigar and brown leather, yellowing pages from the faithful Underwood, nineteenth century reverie. I long to touch - time.

Alas, these words are mine. I am a simple boy who dreams of a crazy and beautiful love (of a lifetime, no less). And so it is, that I am not quite the web of complexities and intricacies those of you conjure up, in the chambers of your minds.