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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Solemn Day

Every morning, getting ready for work; i have the tv tuned into BBC news. And you know, i suspect thats why i get so melancholic in the mornings. Hell, i've had better mornings waking up with a hang over, than with a clear head and BBC.

Everyday, its killing, bombs, dead folk, car bombs, mosque bombs, planes dropping bombs, people wearing bombs...Talk about overkill! Every morning, i wake up and hear that 60 odd people were killed, and you know what is scary, the placidity with which this information is entering my head.

I feel quite disgusted with myself actually. On the drive to work today, it kinda bothered me, that for so many days, i'm hearing that all these people are dying, and there aren't any bells and whistles going off in my head. i can safely say, in just 20mins of world news, over the last few days, i've already heard of atleast 200-300 people who have lost their lives.

Isn't that appalling? These people aren't dying because of some plague, or tornado or flood( that's happening too by the way, and it'll take the figure up alot more). This particular dying is going on in the middle east, between iraq and the gazza strip and what not. People taking other people's lives, with no pity, remorse or logical reason.

It seems like human life, has no weight in this day and age. 200 over people dead, and without flinching, i'm contemplating which new video game i should buy. Has it become an okay statistic for hundreds to die, and we'll wait for thousands before it starts to draw shock?

Maybe this is how Hitler got away with genocide. Gradually, increasing the numbers till the rest of us are just numb to the death tolls? Just for your info, this is the figure of civilian casualties taken from www.iraqbodycount.com:

The MINIMUM number is estimated at : 65,689 reported deaths.

ALso, THe coalition has lost 3809 in all this time.

Can you imagine 70,000 people dead? Sure, its been 100 here, 7 there, 15 here, 23 at another place. But, all these meaningless deaths!

Has the world become evil? I don't want to ask where God is in all of this. Because frankly, i think What this world needs is not God. We need some bloody humanity. Some love, and maybe some compassion, and A little feeling of sorrow at what others are facing.

One might say pray, but i believe respect for the lives of others, is not gonna just start falling out from the heavens on these people. It is really sad. I am willing to bet that every religion, and not just Muslims and christians have lost some of their faithful in the chaos of the world these few years.

I don't know where to take this entry, or even how to end it. So i'll just leave it...

Footprints

I know the site is called the DAILY, but the posts are far from daily. Even the weekly timetable is hard to adhere to! Way too much work, and of cos, life to deal with. So either all those folk who write day in and day out, have no work, or no life, or they've excellent time management skills, and i need to get myself checked into one of them seminars!

Anyways, food for thought. I was having a discussion with a friend, about the people that come and go in our lives. I wager its one of the most contemplated phenomenon out there, every one's written about it, talked about it, and wondered in private about it.

If we really take even just a minute, i'm pretty sure over a dozen faces will just pop right in our mental eye. People we had one conversation with, arguement with, someone we danced with, a smile that we just can't shake off or even the stranger who asked us for a dollar somewhere one christmas.

We race through our lives, sometimes forgetting alot of people. But there are times, when i do think about some people, the someones who'll live their entire lives without knowing how just a sentence they uttered took my feet from under me. The hand that i held for 5 mins one evening, but never saw or spoke of again for the rest of my life.

Just some of the hundreds of memories of people that i've bumped into. Its hard to keep coherent thinking of these people. Many of them i remember very fondly, and some less fond than others. It feels queer, that these people, that form the substance of my memories, will not remember or know that there is someone in this vast universe, who still thinks about them, or credits them for something.

The oddities of this life are innumerable. If its our priviledge to be able to question them, it must follow that it is our curse, to be unable to answer them.

This Illusion

This Illusion

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The Sky Lies Still,

Overcast,

A Dim Shadow falls,

The moment stops,

The River Halts,

Its Reflection Shows it all..

There I met,

A man who asked,

A question worth a dime,

A riddle so simple,

A puzzle so raw,

But its answer i couldn't find..

I pace about,

Circles and lines,

Embattled in my mind,

I see the Solution,

A Ghost in Transition,

A Paper with empty lines...

The Old man Snickers,

At my plight,

Laughing Gleefully,

He turns to Ride,

The swelling wave,

And fades into the Sea,

Something familiar,

About his Gait,

Struck me with the Breeze,

My blood ran cold,

The Key turned the Lock,

The Jaded man was me...

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Planning

"Life passes most people by while they're busy making grand plans for it." - "Blow"

One of the many classic lines of the movie. Makes me wonder. If i'm guilty of the above. Although i think, i'm one step worse. My life is passing by, and i'm not even making tiny plans for it. haha. How now? Time to panic i guess.

Or not. I may not have been alive very long. But if there's one thing my 23 years has taught me, its that things never really go as planned. Murphy's Law pretty much says it all! Plans don't depend on the self. They depend on a multitude of different people, and people are unpredictable.

So, if you can't depend on anybody; you can't really plan anything constructive. Ergo, i conclude the only thing you can plan to do, is to not plan anything!

Once again, i've succeeded in confusing myself. *round of applause*

Blurb

The days have been pretty volatile over the week. Something didn't work out too well, and well, things just spiraled downwards after that. You know how it is, when the shit hits the fan, it just gets splattered about, till, well you just can't go anywhere without stepping in the poo.

Oh well. Just gotta shrug it off, Make the best of things, and move on. That's about all i can do. Right world?
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Anyways, I'll be back later. I wanted to write more, but lunch time draws near, and i'm famished. Besides, i'll probably be more productive with something more than just coffee in my system. In the Words of the Governator,

I'll Be Back...