Good Bye August

Finally the Sun decides to make a brief glimpse from behind the Dark Clouds that have been enveloping our Fair City, incessantly, bathing us in torrential rain. Ironically, maybe even a little diabolically, at the times when we are gearing up for football. Seriously! What is up with that!?

Hopefully, this weather holds out until Sunday. The loss of Football is almost too painful to bear. Father Weather has been neglecting his duties. Anyways, i hardly have anything, good, funny or intelligent to say, so i'll just leave it at that.

Good Bye August!

Macbeth's Curse

Macbeth's Curse
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Silent Memories Rekindled,
Replaying that Solemn day,
Behind the eyes, Encamped,
Emotions they foray,
Little Peace, Birth of time,
They shatter in moments,
Their murder within,
Hidden without Testament,

El Muerte thru him, Paid a visit,
Ill-Timed, One Dark Spring Noon,
Tainting his hands with Blood,
Shining Dark in the light of the Moon,
As Her Sails Bore her west,
The Sunset Caressing her Face,
Macbeth's Curse He Toted,
As her memory he Embraced,

Memory Lane Has no end,
Only a Gate to time,
A Path trodden bare,
Footprints Revisited,
Hooked on the Same Line
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Rain Pain

Rainy days are nice, if you're home, feeling lazy, have a nice movie, cozy in bed, wrapped in a blanket with the curtains drawn, and, i can just go on and on. But None of it will entail, sitting in a white wash office, answering irritating phone calls, and drinking cup after cup of instant coffee.

The weather has really been a bitch recently. HOT AS HITLER'S ROOM IN HELL! Up until 4pm on sunday. When suddenly, all these black-i-hate-football clouds materialise out of nowhere, and proceed to behave like Katrina's 2nd cousins twice removed!

And since, Bishan Park is not a nickname for Carrington training Ground, and under soil heating is about 20 million years coming, Football Got CANCELLED for the first time ever. And i've been weeping in sorrow ever since.

Alot more terrible things happened since than. But, i thought i'd just leave these pages light. =)

Highway to Hell..

What the hell is Going on with the Premiership? The Hell Gates Opened 2 days ago, Technically, the Red Devils should have had all the Help they need. But No, Stammer and stuttering around, Its really frustrating, especially, when i look at the bench, and Don't see Hargreaves, or Anderson anywhere in sight. Grrr, Come On.

Speaking of the Hell gates, Forget SARS, and DENGUE! I need to go indent a bloody Gas mask and a Tank of Oxygen. Who needs Forest fires, when you have people setting Fires EVERYWHERE, they have these nice red bins, all marked up and put all over the block...

But does anyone use them? Hell no. The drains, the grass patches, Heck, even the Concrete of the Void deck, people Happily setting their fires. No one stops them, no one Fines them, If you wanna get away with some Arson, this is the Month to do it. All you have to do is start a fire with Hell money.

I tell ya, i'm half convinced i'm better off being a dead chinese guy. They've got one of the best After-life retirement plans. Dead? No problem, burn me a House, a couple of cordless phones, Maybe two BMWs (soft-tops of course), Couple of trillion dollars in cash(i'm hoping they have a Charles Schwabs on the otherside), They've even got a PS3 now, man i could be set for a LONG time, Eternity even.

Hmmm, i've got to give this some serious Thought! Off to it!

One Reason

One Reason
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If One Reason,
Is all you need,
To Breakfast alone today,
Why look up?
Look around,
There's one lying on your tray..

Next to the tea,
By the Scones,
To the left of the Sliced honey ham,
Behind the Cheese,
That corner there,
By the Jar of Strawberry jam,

Guessed you're Excused,
Lucky you,
Found Your Reason To Leave,
Don't worry,
If you lose it,
Another will Give You Reprieve...

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I See, I Wish

I See, I Wish
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I let my thoughts wander,
Each time a Little Too Far,
They yearn to Understand my journey,
To know who's driving this car,

I see a person in the mirror,
A weathered, unfamiliar face,
How he arrived in my Reflection,
My Memory fails to Place.

I long to return to the Bosom,
Of a time of Youth's Bliss..
A Place where Innocence flowed Unbound,
Like Rivers in a Golden Chalice...
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This is another old poem i really like, written one April night in 2005. Every now and then, i sort of take a break, and look at my life. And i always end up surprising myself. Sometimes, i like what i see, sometimes i don't, but till date, there hasn't been once, where i expected what i saw. I have many plans, but i realise, nothing really happens according to them. I think because most times, we don't really have a choice to the paths that we take, we can only make the best of them.