I Remember..

I Remember..
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As such, I haven't forgotten you,
The glow of your face,
The tears that you shed,
When I didn't fall in place,
The Endless steps you climbed,
The night of each day,
The weary of those moments,
Were clear, when in peace you lay,

The irony of life,
A lesson we'll never learn,
That Hindsight's much clearer,
Not what we see this moment,

Now in my thoughts, A year later,
That serene smile remains,
Those lessons taught in silence,
The Pride of your embrace,
I wrote you a thank you then,
And a story of your grace,
Now these songs of the past,
Are all my mind can trace..

Still I miss you,
A lesson I'll never learn,
The Love that left that day,
Was one that can't be earned

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This was something i wrote before, on the 1yr anniversary of My Dear Mother's passing. Its something i like, cause each time i read it and re-read it, i still feel the same. It reminds me of everything that my Mom was to me, and rekindles even the smallest of memories. At a time, when new memories are impossible, these are the most precious.

Who's God?

I watched a bit of the movie "The island", last night. There was one line that struck me out of that movie. Not for the first time of cos. A conversation between Lincoln six-echo and one of the engineers that worked at the facility, the engineer guy makes some comment about God, and Six-echo asks

"Who's God?"

And the Engineer dude replies, "Well, you know, when you want something really bad and you close your eyes and you wish for it? God's the guy that ignores you."

I don't have a anything against religion, but i think that is an excellent explanation for who God is. And to tell you the truth, it isn't entirely bad. Maybe God IS ignoring us, why wouldn't he/she? After moulding cosmos and space and time, to blurp our sorry little arse to scurry about, maybe he/she's tired. He/she's probably given us all we need, and we just sound like incessant whiners who can never have enough.

Yea well, i guess when your hopeless, and you need that extra security, its good to be able to utter a prayer. But by the time, you've reached that point, there really is nothing you can do, which is why you're asking the People in the sky in the first place! Cos if you could do something about it, you'd do it, and not be praying about it. Circular logic?

I doubt God is going around rewarding us and tossing trials at us, as and when he/she deems fit. Thats the kind of sadistic things we do playing the Sims video game. Its very human, not Godly. In my opinion of cos.

It makes more sense to bug him to do things for OTHER people. Than if he STILL ignores you, its probably not that he knows better, but more of, well HE'S IGNORING YOU! lol

Harry's Pink Elephant

I watched Harry Potter yesterday. Personally, i enjoyed the movie. Being a kid bred of the magical world of Enid Blyton, any picturization of typical english wizardry always intrigues me.

Its definitely a boyhood fantasy of mine to live in a cottage, next to an enchanted forest, where i can eat picnics of cold ham sandwiches and drink lemonade with a Gnome who lives in a faraway Tree, whose top reaches different lands.

However, i must say, watching the movie, didn't quite evoke those particular set of memories in me. I'll try not to give away too much of the plot, but the events of the movie, kind of had an eerie similarity to the events of the world at present.

For instance, the inquisition at hogwarts, where more and more rules kept getting set by the new totalitarian teacher. Everything from fraternisation, to forming a club, to speaking out; all suddenly became illegal for fear of some fictional conspiracy against the Government. Ironically, the woman, had no care or concern for the children for whom she was supposedly protectively cultivating.

By trying to instill fear, and misdirecting truth with popular media, they effectively cover up the big pink elephant sitting right smack in the middle of the room.

It just has a startling similarity to the events of world today. Just a fortnight after congress came up against president Bush's iraq vendetta, and lack of a withdrawal plan; suddenly yesterday on the news, there's this "Intelligence" released by the Agency, saying that America is under imminent threat by Al Qaeda, and that they are aiming to use Iraq militants to launch an attack on America.

I don't deny that terrorism is a threat. Nations like Thailand, Israel, India, and Pakistan are constantly, and have CONSISTENTLY been fighting fire with terrorism for a decade before this Global war. But the timing of some messages, and the almost predicability with which threat levels coincide with certain polls, it just makes me wonder.

Terrorism is never going to be eradicated. As long as One person, has access to ONE gun, there is ONE whacko terrorist you have got to be worried about. And all it takes is one. Does that mean we have to live a life of fear? Does that mean that it is ok to surrender our freedoms?

Very difficult questions, questions we got to ask ourselves. Are we guilty of not seeing that big pink elephant, with the neon lights and the loudspeaker hailing, standing in the middle of the room?

Words

Picking up where i left off, I feel that between Language and music, we have a taste of some sort of god-like power. Words and speech have such a moving and profound effect on the human mind.

Wars have been fought over the words in books. Am i exaggerating? Nope! Two very famous books, the bible and the Quran, have caused feuds and bloodshed for centuries since their conception. Harmless words, put together by the copulation of a pen and a mind.

And just look at the effect, "The Communist Manifesto", went towards toppling entire governments; in "Mein Kampf", Adolf hitler, went ahead and penned everything about himself, his racist ideologies, and his plans for the Greater Germany, all in plain sight, and yet, he rose to power to commit all of his madness.

How? With great oratory, and the right blend of words, One can move, convict, inspire, degrade, uplift, console, control, lead and mislead. One can rally, and blind the masses, to a feverish fervour, or bring a person to his knees.

Is that not what the essence of power is; The ability to control. Coupled with the ability to create, and manipulate, is that not the power of a God!

Of course, not on the scale to speak into being planets and universes; but on a more human scale. The Jesuses, Mohammeds, Gandhis, Napoleans, and even the Hitlers of human history; are but a small testament, of the marraige of the words and voice, and their daring manipulators.

Nothing To Something

I have had this entry open for a very very long time. Over two days actually. I started writing a story one day, deleted it, started writing a commentary on something, abandoned that, and then i realised, i had no inspiration to write anything at all.

No rhyming words, nothing insightful, nothing to rant about, and i really am not going to bore the 3 people that read this page with mundane details about my life/day/week (there are like 80 gazillion blogs out there doing that already). So for weeks like these, i decided to do a little cheating, and re-post some of my older stuff, that i've archived.

Words, put down on a page offer some kind of amnesty. A release of sorts from the terrible places deep inside us, that no one really knows. Unless i'm some kind of anomaly, i think most people know what i'm talking about. Those feelings, dread, secrets and fears that we hide behind the facade of our faces. Alien to those around us, or even close to us.

But, with the facility of words, we can leave traces of these places; in pages in plain sight of everyone. And still live with the peace that their meaning will always be a question mark to their interpreters. Its almost a power, like an inside joke, and i for one, love to indulge in it.

I feel that between Language and music, we have a taste of some sort of god-like powers. My "why's" to that claim, i'll leave for another day. Atleast, i'll have something to write about. For now, i have to adjourn.

Ironically, beginning with nothing to write about, suddenly, i have a full page. How queer. Guess a re-post of something will have to wait for another day! LOL

Days or Daze

There are days, and then there are days, And today oddly, doesn't fit in either category yet. Probably because it's entirely too early. The smooth traffic waltz into the office, had me hoping that it would be the former; than i proceeded to spill coffee all over my desk, and that gave me my inkling that it was shaping into something like the latter!



However, positivity, is an attitude (Don't you just love Cliches), and i shall adopt it, at the least for the duration of this verse!

Its a Race!

The work week runs to a close in a few hours. And with that, the "fun-er" portion of the week begins. Or so we think. My weekend seems already plotted, even over plotted if i may rant. Like one of those mad movies with 182 characters, 29 plot twists and 56 scenery changes. Its all very tiresome already.

Its like a race, bam, the checkered flag falls at 4pm(-for today), i shift into first and rev my way outta the office, vrroooooom, screeeeech, drop gear, first turn, Home, vrrm vrrrmm rev around it, then drop another gear, vrrrrrrrrooooom outta the house, S-curve approaching, Chan's Wedding cum post party with the boys, drift thru it, VREEE VREE VREEE, half clutching while peddling the gas for dear life, drink a little too much, almost lose control of the car, but nope, it straightens,

VRrrooooooom, straightway looms, saturday, gun the gas pedal, pedal to the metal baby!! vrrroooom, lunch, the high tuned engine reaches fever pitch, sat night, dinner, vrrrooooooo, wide curve, into a sharp right, back home...Time for a pit stop.

Refueled, sunday, VRROOOOOOOOOM accelerate out of the pit, drift out wide, Tampines, visit the aunt, wring the steering wheel left, drop a gear, cut back thru another sharp left, back home, straighten out, vrmmmm, soccer time, double S-curve, drift left, vrrrrrroooo, right, vrrrrrrooooo, left again, vrrrrooo, hard right, shift down, vrrom, straightway, the checkered flag is straight ahead, almost there.....

PFFFFFFFTTT tire bursts, the car spirals, BOOOM, side wall. CRASH! Weekend's over, 2 metres away from the checkered flag. The race isn't complete. Cause let's face it, you can never have enough of the weekend! Haha. And i know, by 8pm sunday night, after leaving pieces of my legs, and chunks of others' legs in bishan park, i just craaaaash.

Then Comes Monday. Oh Joy!

Have you

Have You..

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Have you taken a Moment,

At the Edge of Solemnity,

Amidst the Clouds of Estrangement,

Away from life's Intricacies..

Have you Spent that Moment,

In the Bosom of nature,

Wrapped in the Sun's warm arms,

Listening to the Wind profess its love,

Enchanted by a river's charm..

Have you missed that Moment,

Lying in serenity's lap,

Breathing roses in the air,

The blissful Dreams birthed in sleep,

While Placidity strokes your hair..

I know i do...

Of You

The not-so-daily-gazza returns from another unsanctioned absence.

Of You...

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Every now and then,

I steal a glance,

That seems to last a year,

A stolen stare,

A savoured scent,

Of you, My Heart's Endeared,

When your smile,

Colours your face,

And Your Eyes engage mine,

A chorus rides the wind,

My heart drums its beat,

The world Around Declines..

My lips kiss,

In Soft prayer,

For the Perpetuity of this Moment,

Eternity loses its daunt,

Forever falls short,

Of my self, i lose Dominion..

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