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.

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.