Monday, March 23, 2009

A song, a melody, a symphony and a ditty. The notes we write and the scores we fill. Each our parts to play, an orchestra our fates to seal. The world a mere stage, the audience but ourselves. We dance, we cry, we sing and we fly. Each part performed, with parts to come. The chorus spinning into concertos dancing into ballet most gracious. Drums clashing with heavy mteals' roar, picolos' whistling glorious summers' light. Each part performed, with parts to come. Life is nothing without a song and a dance, for we are the song and the dance. The world is but a stage and our lives the ever ending score.

A broadwalk of yellow faded tiles, faint atumn leaves falling through the gentle breeze. A gentle drizzle falling from the brooding sky, shrouding everything in a wistful mist. The weary traveller trudges on, water running dust off his beaten frame. The sun slinks along its merry way heading home, heralding forth the brightening glow of a naked night.

The Paradise that we seek, so wrought with haze and visions recede. The paths of the righteous crossing, damnation to whom doth belong? In a world where the justice sleeps and the innocent weep, where doth lie the Paradise that we seek? A compromise, a little handshake. Where black fades into white and all becomes grey. Our identities lost to the pursuit of others' dreams. What once was the Paradise that we sought? Do you remember or have you forgotten? How were we once full of fight, fire in our bellies and hearts with might. They whisper in our ears and spit in our ideals, they trample on our hopes and steal our souls. Our eyes that weep tears forever blinded, how do we see, the Paradise we once saw true and clear. Where art thou, the Paradise that seem never to be.

1. I am fiercely passionate.
2. I carry my heart out on my sleeves for the world to see.
3. To me, we should ignore the expectations and constraints of society to live our lives ur own way
We only have 1 life and its ourselves that we will face as we lie on our deathbeds.
4. I would die for my friends and family.
5. Thankfully, with regards to point 4, I do not have many friends.
6. I would never pretend to be someone's friend. If im talking to you, it means I like you.
7. In all my years of riding from when I'm 21 to when I'm 23, I have gotten into 8 accidents. Only 2 were
through faults of my own, crashing on the racetrack.
8. I love to read but I do not like Biographies. I once read close to 200 novels in a year.
9. I first Scuba Dived when I was 14.
10. I actually won an award for Chinese Handwriting before. Can you believe it?
11. I like acting in theatre. Its one of the avenues I would have pursued if my parents were rich.
12. Gambling does not like me because I always lose. 300 applicants for a 280 prize lucky draw I can be one of the 20 that doesn't get anything. Therefore I do not like gambling.
13. I love to cook but I hate cleaning up!!!
14. I take 4 hours to wash my car.
15. Kids love me because I'm a bigger version of themselves.
16. The elderly love me because I'm like a kid, minus all their annoying traits.
17. I totally dislike social banter. It goes nowhere and you get awkward silences peppered through as you try to bring up another totally irrevelant topic.
18. I do not like to talk when I'm eating. I love to eat and I concentrate hard on enjoying my food. Please save the conversation for the after meal drink.
19. I am glad I am alive but I am not afraid of dying.
20. My defination of stupid differs from most people.
21. I love to sing but people dont like it when I do and I dunno why :(
22. If I dislike you, stay away from me. I am mean when I dislike you.
23. I was only 155cm when I was in secondary 4. Thank God that he got tired of the joke and decided to let me grow as normal after years of being joked upon.
24. I love heights and I love speed. I am an adreneline junkie.
25. I want to finish a marathon, biathlon, tri-athlon. I want to scale Mount Everest. I want to learn to fly a plane, I want to travel the world on foot. I want to hang-glide, I want to see the Sun-Set while Sky diving.

Shower of nails agaisnt roof slates dressed in the most sombre grey. A deafening screech jostling the shredded masks for space along an alley of battered tiles. Shattered windows lining the weed overrun path, each lightning flash revealing a glimpse of the wretched beings within. Beings where hope holds no meaning and suffering no longer applies. A hunched figure trudges pass, covered in a shroud of the deepest red. Leaving lingering footprints of sand and sweat, nails passing through him like whispers lost in the wind. A sun of the darkest black rears its head over the horizon and time freezes as the world is turned into void. All that remains, a figure shourded in the deepest red.

The world is shrinking at an alarming rate and its people at an even faster rate. Globalisation with its mass armies of Starbucks, Macdonalds, Nikes and Coca Colas are breaching all the walls of social identitys and customs. Fed with cookie cutter menus and barrages of ideals, fashion and linguistic lingo, most Asian Capitals I have come across seem almost alike, except for perhaps the levels of sanitary conditions and varying levels of poverty. Look further beyond that, at the people in the streets, I can't help but feel the increasingly apparant detachment and loneliness in their eyes. Globalisation in its bid to turn the world into an efficient and seamless clockwork has also created a seething monster. The monster of redundancy.

In a universe where every given resource only has that much to give, what have we sacrificed for this delusional Utopia that some of us live in? Look in the company that you work in or the society that we live in, taking away 10% of the people around you will prove no impact. How many of the people who live in squeaky clean Singapore know even 10 or 20 of the hundreds of people living in the same block as them? This world some of us live in, where water comes at the twist of a wrist and light appears like magic with the flick of a thumb, safety is no longer a concern. We are geared to work like cogs in a clock, to keep it moving always. We serve a function but we are not indispensable. I see all the people around me who are content to live in this life that is incongruous with all that led us here in the first place. We keep chasing and chasing to be like people who live halfway across the globes from us, to become "better" and "more cool". Those us who refuse to suffer the ignominy of being the same as everone out there are labelled as bigots and outcasts. My self is screaming out at this increasingly grey world where any attempt to fall off the well beaten mainstream path gets frowned upon, where they try and lead you back unto the "right path". Detachment. Lonliness. The pointlessness of it all when at the end, all that marks who you once were is a place 6 ft down under, a stirring eulogy of what you once was. A bucket of tears and the ever fading echoes of memories sifting through the fingers of those few who cared.

I'm sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed