This is a public announcement to encourage more internet users to switch to Mozilla Firefox. :)
Use Firefox!
Why you might want to switch from Internet Explorer?
1) The name sounds waaaaaaay cooler.
We, as the the future leaders of tomorrow, don't really explore the internet. It's our playground, our inspirational field, where we get guidance and seek the fulfillment of our quests for knowledge (and research to complete our projects). Firefox, hot like fire and as stealthy as a fox. :)
2) It's free!
Come on, where can you find free stuff online that has a lack of adware and spyware? :)
3) It's fast to download, quick to be installed, and works just like Internet Explorer.
Hmm, need I elaborate further? :)
4) It's compatible with all Operating Systems.
With all the above points, it seems like Internet Explorer and Firefox don't have that much different right? Till now. Firefox works on Windows, Mac and Linux.
5) It's customizable. From my Firefox browser, I can send files, blog, control my media player, be it iTunes or WMP (Windows Media Player) or Winamp or Realplayer, and I can do a Windows Update!
How do i do it? By downloading Add-Ons, to complement my internet browsing experience. It's akin to widgets for Windows Vista, or for Mac. And Add-ons are free! [I'll publish more info about the add-ons I use, in due time]
6) You can restore Firefox.
If, and due to some unfortunate reason, your Firefox crashes, upon reloading it, you can opt to restore to how it was before it crashed, that is, the web pages you were viewing would appear, so, no worries about locating the web page you were viewing before it crashed! :)
7) It's user-friendly! And updates are a breeze!
Well, it ain't hard to find something user-friendly, especially with so many web designers and software testers available, yet Firefox is user-friendly! Besides, it came out with Tabbed Browsing waaay before Internet Explorer did.
Unlike Internet Explorer, where you would have to run a Windows Update, install the updates and then restart your system, Firefox doesn't. It notifies you when there's an update, and pending your approval, it would download the update.
After installation of the update, Firefox would restart itself, but because your pages are saved, upon restart, the pages you were surfing before the update would load, and you can continue surfing, just as before! And all these, in less than five minutes, depending on your internet settings.
Hee! So remember, download Firefox. Microsoft can't be depended on too much. Besides, they've monopolized the market waaaay too long, it's time to aid the competition :)
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
oh boy oh boy
Oh, the smile that spreads across one's face
when one receives a call from a friend.
Not just any friend, mind you.
A friend that has been in the same primary and secondary school with me
Okay, so it's a she [Well, how many of my friends that can bring a smile to my face aren't), and well we were in the same class for the whole of secondary school,
and we're kinda chum, sort of.
And she's back in singapore! YAY!
Not that I miss her,
[well, maybe I do partly]
But she hasn't been around in Singapore much.
She's been sailing around the world actually.
As part of school.
Like how cool is that.
Studying in the maritime academy at SP,
she's been sailing around the world for like six months?
And another six months before a one month break before that.
Like how cool is that.
Wonder how tan she is now.
Well, she's like so cool and all.
And she just gave me a call.
Hee! Didn't really think she would give me a call
On the first evening that she sails in
Not that we have a thing going on,
Cause she has a boyfriend from India.
Oh boy oh boy. Can't wait to meet up with her
Listen to all her sailing stories
And what-nots. :)
when one receives a call from a friend.
Not just any friend, mind you.
A friend that has been in the same primary and secondary school with me
Okay, so it's a she [Well, how many of my friends that can bring a smile to my face aren't), and well we were in the same class for the whole of secondary school,
and we're kinda chum, sort of.
And she's back in singapore! YAY!
Not that I miss her,
[well, maybe I do partly]
But she hasn't been around in Singapore much.
She's been sailing around the world actually.
As part of school.
Like how cool is that.
Studying in the maritime academy at SP,
she's been sailing around the world for like six months?
And another six months before a one month break before that.
Like how cool is that.
Wonder how tan she is now.
Well, she's like so cool and all.
And she just gave me a call.
Hee! Didn't really think she would give me a call
On the first evening that she sails in
Not that we have a thing going on,
Cause she has a boyfriend from India.
Oh boy oh boy. Can't wait to meet up with her
Listen to all her sailing stories
And what-nots. :)
Thursday, June 21, 2007
and life repeats itself
And life repeats itself.
I was singing in office the other day, and it struck me. i sang in secondary school too. Maybe it's cause I'm a jubilant kindof person, where nothing would strike me down, or no obstacle would kill my spirit, so I sing.
I used to sing a tune or so in secondary school. Sometimes while tackling some math problem, a tune would just pop out of my mouth. Not that I would suddenly start singing 'My Way' in the middle of a class or screaming 'We Will Rock You' in the middle of a P.E. class, but rhythms and tunes always seem to be in my mind.
I recall a classmate used to ask me once 'eh randy, why you always singing ah?' At that point, I didn't really have an answer. Some people sing out their worries or problems, others sing out of happiness or joy. I think I'm more of the latter.
And Life repeats itself.
Two to three years down the road, I'm still singing. True, my musical knowledge has improved significantly with the aid of internship, and perhaps my musical tastes has evolved slightly, yet I'm still singing.
And life repeats itself.
Coincidence that I'm interning at a company that plays with music?
Or that music has actually followed me quite a bit.
From band in secondary school, and singing during lessons
To band in polytechnic, and singing during internship
And serving as audio tech for church and doing audio tech for internship..
coincidence? I don't think so.
There's a gust of wind blown by God in all these
But where it leads to.. who knows?
Nobody knows where the wind comes from or where it goes
Only heaven knows
And time will tell.
One thing's for certain,
It's ear-related.
I was singing in office the other day, and it struck me. i sang in secondary school too. Maybe it's cause I'm a jubilant kindof person, where nothing would strike me down, or no obstacle would kill my spirit, so I sing.
I used to sing a tune or so in secondary school. Sometimes while tackling some math problem, a tune would just pop out of my mouth. Not that I would suddenly start singing 'My Way' in the middle of a class or screaming 'We Will Rock You' in the middle of a P.E. class, but rhythms and tunes always seem to be in my mind.
I recall a classmate used to ask me once 'eh randy, why you always singing ah?' At that point, I didn't really have an answer. Some people sing out their worries or problems, others sing out of happiness or joy. I think I'm more of the latter.
And Life repeats itself.
Two to three years down the road, I'm still singing. True, my musical knowledge has improved significantly with the aid of internship, and perhaps my musical tastes has evolved slightly, yet I'm still singing.
And life repeats itself.
Coincidence that I'm interning at a company that plays with music?
Or that music has actually followed me quite a bit.
From band in secondary school, and singing during lessons
To band in polytechnic, and singing during internship
And serving as audio tech for church and doing audio tech for internship..
coincidence? I don't think so.
There's a gust of wind blown by God in all these
But where it leads to.. who knows?
Nobody knows where the wind comes from or where it goes
Only heaven knows
And time will tell.
One thing's for certain,
It's ear-related.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Life Story
I stood at a side, away from the crowds,
Waiting for a friend, and watched the people pass by.
Have you observed a large multitude of people walking past?
There are those who weave in and out of the human traffic, speeding towards their destination, then there are those who casually stroll around, like they've got all the time in the world. And these are just the unaccompanied ones.
Then there are the families, who believe that since they're the basic unit of society, they have every right to do as they please, from letting their children roam about, to speaking loudly and reproaching others audibly.
After which, comes the couples, be they young or old. They're respectful, despite being in a world of their own. They invade the privacy of others only when they need to, and they do it as quick as possible before retreating to their private sanctuary, shared only by the two of them.
But that's not the point. See, each of them have a story, waiting to be told.
I see it in some of their eyes at times. A story waiting to be told; of mountains conquered, of valleys crossed; of rivers swam; of heartaches recovered.
And who would tell their stories?
Through poetry or prose
Or a painting of a rose
Through music, a universal language
Through eloquence that it may teach
Lessons in life
To persevere and not be disheartened
To live right that our lives might be lengthened
To Tell, to teach
and practice what we preach
To love and obey
For there's no other way.
Waiting for a friend, and watched the people pass by.
Have you observed a large multitude of people walking past?
There are those who weave in and out of the human traffic, speeding towards their destination, then there are those who casually stroll around, like they've got all the time in the world. And these are just the unaccompanied ones.
Then there are the families, who believe that since they're the basic unit of society, they have every right to do as they please, from letting their children roam about, to speaking loudly and reproaching others audibly.
After which, comes the couples, be they young or old. They're respectful, despite being in a world of their own. They invade the privacy of others only when they need to, and they do it as quick as possible before retreating to their private sanctuary, shared only by the two of them.
But that's not the point. See, each of them have a story, waiting to be told.
I see it in some of their eyes at times. A story waiting to be told; of mountains conquered, of valleys crossed; of rivers swam; of heartaches recovered.
And who would tell their stories?
Through poetry or prose
Or a painting of a rose
Through music, a universal language
Through eloquence that it may teach
Lessons in life
To persevere and not be disheartened
To live right that our lives might be lengthened
To Tell, to teach
and practice what we preach
To love and obey
For there's no other way.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Passengers on cruise ship hit by norovirus back in S'pore
Passengers on cruise ship hit by norovirus back in S'pore
Couldn't help chuckling when I read this headline at work a few days ago.
True, it could be improved with some punctuation, though it does raise several questions.
Is it the passengers came back to S'pore and were stricken by the norovirus?
Or the passengers that were hit by the norovius are back in Singapore?
Or passengers onboard the cruise ship, that was hit by the norovirus, are back in S'pore?
Amazing ain't it. So much can be inferred from one headline, but only one is right.
Couldn't help chuckling when I read this headline at work a few days ago.
True, it could be improved with some punctuation, though it does raise several questions.
Is it the passengers came back to S'pore and were stricken by the norovirus?
Or the passengers that were hit by the norovius are back in Singapore?
Or passengers onboard the cruise ship, that was hit by the norovirus, are back in S'pore?
Amazing ain't it. So much can be inferred from one headline, but only one is right.
Friday, June 15, 2007
untitled
every word a deep cut.
I'm standing at the edge of a cliff
And I see a sandstorm coming at me.
Do i brace myself or do i let it sweep me over?
His eyes upon your face
then i look behind me and i see the valley
that once was dry and barren
now fills with water
that grows in height
his hand upon your hand
the sandstorm gushes forward
the waters rise
his lips caress your skin
i feel the waters on my back
as the sand pounds my front.
Will I live or die?
The unpredictability of humans results in us making unpredictable predictions about ourselves in the hope that we can predict unpredictability. Which makes our life never the same. again.
I'm standing at the edge of a cliff
And I see a sandstorm coming at me.
Do i brace myself or do i let it sweep me over?
His eyes upon your face
then i look behind me and i see the valley
that once was dry and barren
now fills with water
that grows in height
his hand upon your hand
the sandstorm gushes forward
the waters rise
his lips caress your skin
i feel the waters on my back
as the sand pounds my front.
Will I live or die?
The unpredictability of humans results in us making unpredictable predictions about ourselves in the hope that we can predict unpredictability. Which makes our life never the same. again.
Yet.
Yet another rainbow I see at work, making it twice in two consecutive days, though today's is more special because it was a double rainbow.
Internship does prove to be more interesting; my first sighting of a waterspout and now, a double rainbow.
Yet an opportunity to be with you, but it wasn't possible. Yet.
Internship does prove to be more interesting; my first sighting of a waterspout and now, a double rainbow.
Yet an opportunity to be with you, but it wasn't possible. Yet.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Rays of sun on the water
Have you ever seen such a beautiful thing?
Rays of sunshine reflecting upon the surface of the river waters.
Like diamonds sparkling
Like the river is winking at you
Like flashes of the cameras of paparazzi
Like a secret code, a unique message, a method of symbolic interaction
As if the waters are telling you something
A way to life perhaps
A meaningless direction or a meaningful distraction
Such beauty in simplicity.
Mere light and waters.
Of course, there are technicalities involved
angles of reflection and refraction
position of the sun
amount of clouds in the sky
height and depth of the waters
current flow
position from where I'm standing
and the angle that I'm looking towards the waters
Yet, all these aside,
such beauty.
in simplicity.
You're beautiful.
Maybe others dont take heed of your beauty
They glance and walk away
I don't.
I stop.
I smile.
And i wink back at you.
At your beauty in simplicity.
Rays of sunshine reflecting upon the surface of the river waters.
Like diamonds sparkling
Like the river is winking at you
Like flashes of the cameras of paparazzi
Like a secret code, a unique message, a method of symbolic interaction
As if the waters are telling you something
A way to life perhaps
A meaningless direction or a meaningful distraction
Such beauty in simplicity.
Mere light and waters.
Of course, there are technicalities involved
angles of reflection and refraction
position of the sun
amount of clouds in the sky
height and depth of the waters
current flow
position from where I'm standing
and the angle that I'm looking towards the waters
Yet, all these aside,
such beauty.
in simplicity.
You're beautiful.
Maybe others dont take heed of your beauty
They glance and walk away
I don't.
I stop.
I smile.
And i wink back at you.
At your beauty in simplicity.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Your Eyes Told Me to
There I stood at the door, facing the glass window, of which countless rays of sunlight permeated through.
The room outlay was similar to those in chalets and hotels. In the middle of the room, against the wall at my left, was the bed. At my right, the television set was placed strategically, facing the bed. At its left was the bathroom door.
On the bed, a female acquaintance lay, back facing up, watching the television, just as a male friend came out of the bathroom, having just took his shower.
I deposited my bag into the room, and then headed out where I met another male acquaintance, who calmly asked me where I was headed. I gave him a blank look and pointed out the fact that both of us were there for a common purpose, and we would be headed to the same destination, to which he gave a cheeky smile and rebutted, saying he was going to meet his classmates for another event.
During the course of this conversation, we had walked straight and took a left turn, and found ourselves at the dining room.
Cupboards lined the walls at my left and right, while a marble round table stood in the middle of the room. Around the table were a couple more acquaintances, and you.
And I asked how you were and you replied you were fine and told me about a certain destination you were going to.
and your eyes told me to go with you.
So many dreams I've had
Some more vivid than the others
Some more heart warming than the others
Some more surprising in nature.
Yet, interestingly, if i were to read each dream that I blogged about, I can recall its detail in color. Or rather, color in detail.
Oh, dreams. The reality of unreality.
The room outlay was similar to those in chalets and hotels. In the middle of the room, against the wall at my left, was the bed. At my right, the television set was placed strategically, facing the bed. At its left was the bathroom door.
On the bed, a female acquaintance lay, back facing up, watching the television, just as a male friend came out of the bathroom, having just took his shower.
I deposited my bag into the room, and then headed out where I met another male acquaintance, who calmly asked me where I was headed. I gave him a blank look and pointed out the fact that both of us were there for a common purpose, and we would be headed to the same destination, to which he gave a cheeky smile and rebutted, saying he was going to meet his classmates for another event.
During the course of this conversation, we had walked straight and took a left turn, and found ourselves at the dining room.
Cupboards lined the walls at my left and right, while a marble round table stood in the middle of the room. Around the table were a couple more acquaintances, and you.
And I asked how you were and you replied you were fine and told me about a certain destination you were going to.
and your eyes told me to go with you.
So many dreams I've had
Some more vivid than the others
Some more heart warming than the others
Some more surprising in nature.
Yet, interestingly, if i were to read each dream that I blogged about, I can recall its detail in color. Or rather, color in detail.
Oh, dreams. The reality of unreality.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Cool Vid
Heh, this is a very funny video. might take a while to load, but it's worth the wait. Minors take note, this video is vulgarities laden.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
These Songs In My Head, They Remind Me of You..
These songs in my head
They remind me of you
I think of you
When I hear these songs in my head.
you.
Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start
Would you dance if I asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back
Would you cry if you saw me crying
Would you save my soul tonight?
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know Ill need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
Would you tremble if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh oh please tell me these
Now would you die for the one you love?
Hold me in your arms tonight?
I just want to hold you
I just want to hold you
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well I don't care, you're here tonight
I can be your hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away
With her first hello
She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine
Therell never be another love, another time
She came into my life and made the living fine
She fills my heart
it's only words
and words are all I have
to take your heart away
She fills my heart with very special things
With angels songs , with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That everywhere I go Im never lonely
With you my love, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand-its always there
smile an ever lasting smile
a smile can bring you near to me
don't ever let me find you gone
'cause that would bring a tear to me
They remind me of you
I think of you
When I hear these songs in my head.
you.
Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start
Would you dance if I asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back
Would you cry if you saw me crying
Would you save my soul tonight?
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know Ill need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
Would you tremble if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh oh please tell me these
Now would you die for the one you love?
Hold me in your arms tonight?
I just want to hold you
I just want to hold you
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well I don't care, you're here tonight
I can be your hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away
With her first hello
She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine
Therell never be another love, another time
She came into my life and made the living fine
She fills my heart
it's only words
and words are all I have
to take your heart away
She fills my heart with very special things
With angels songs , with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That everywhere I go Im never lonely
With you my love, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand-its always there
smile an ever lasting smile
a smile can bring you near to me
don't ever let me find you gone
'cause that would bring a tear to me
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Falling In Love
Have you ever wondered
Why do we fall in love?
Why fall?
Why not walk or leap or hop or slide
Or crash or trip or stride or glide
Or is it because we get hurt when we fall
And love hurts.
most of the time
After all, Wise men say only fools rush in
But we cant escape the clutches of love.
most of the time
Yet, why do we fall into love?
Is love the land over the edge of the cliff?
Or is it like a pit dug into the ground
Covered with leaves and branches
Unseen to the naked eye
Till You walk on it
Your feet don't find solid ground
And you fall.
Love is beautiful.
Do we do it justice by falling into it?
Or is it we fall because one of our five sense isn't up to optimal performance
So we slip, or miss a step, and fall.
Don't see the sign that says 'Wet Floor'
Or tread carefully on the pot-holed floor.
Ain't it interesting?
We usually fall because of something we do not see
A puddle of water, or a limp piece of wood
Yet, we can fall into love
Something that is unseen.
Bad boy, bad boy
What cha gonna do when they fall for you
To fall
To land on impact, hard, bruised, hurt, shaken, traumatised
To glide from point A to point B
Usually an unforeseen, unplanned event
Do you fall because you don't think, you don't think and thats why you fall?
Reflexes aid you in a fall.
You sense you're going to fall, so you swerve, you squirm to a side, that you know wouldn't hurt that much upon impact, or you reach out, to grasp something, anything, that you can hold on to, to maintain equilibrium.
But sometimes no matter how quick your reflexes are, you still fall.
And it affects you for life. And beyond.
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I cant help falling in love with you
Why do we fall in love?
Why fall?
Why not walk or leap or hop or slide
Or crash or trip or stride or glide
Or is it because we get hurt when we fall
And love hurts.
most of the time
After all, Wise men say only fools rush in
But we cant escape the clutches of love.
most of the time
Yet, why do we fall into love?
Is love the land over the edge of the cliff?
Or is it like a pit dug into the ground
Covered with leaves and branches
Unseen to the naked eye
Till You walk on it
Your feet don't find solid ground
And you fall.
Love is beautiful.
Do we do it justice by falling into it?
Or is it we fall because one of our five sense isn't up to optimal performance
So we slip, or miss a step, and fall.
Don't see the sign that says 'Wet Floor'
Or tread carefully on the pot-holed floor.
Ain't it interesting?
We usually fall because of something we do not see
A puddle of water, or a limp piece of wood
Yet, we can fall into love
Something that is unseen.
Bad boy, bad boy
What cha gonna do when they fall for you
To fall
To land on impact, hard, bruised, hurt, shaken, traumatised
To glide from point A to point B
Usually an unforeseen, unplanned event
Do you fall because you don't think, you don't think and thats why you fall?
Reflexes aid you in a fall.
You sense you're going to fall, so you swerve, you squirm to a side, that you know wouldn't hurt that much upon impact, or you reach out, to grasp something, anything, that you can hold on to, to maintain equilibrium.
But sometimes no matter how quick your reflexes are, you still fall.
And it affects you for life. And beyond.
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I cant help falling in love with you
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Shall We Dance?
There they stood, oblivious to all around them, slowly twirling around, murmuring words laden with feelings and packed with emotions to each other.
Dressed in a lovely gown, that complemented her figure and amplified her beauty, she was the subject of every woman's envy. With a radiant glow on her face, conversations would cease in her immediate vicinity as guests heaped compliments on her.
Slowly swaying to the string quartet, it was evident the couple were a matching pair. His hand rested gently on her hip, while her hand laid lovingly on his shoulder, never once did any of them lower their eyes to ascertain the position of their feet.
Their eyes met. They embraced. Their lips met.
Dressed in a lovely gown, that complemented her figure and amplified her beauty, she was the subject of every woman's envy. With a radiant glow on her face, conversations would cease in her immediate vicinity as guests heaped compliments on her.
Slowly swaying to the string quartet, it was evident the couple were a matching pair. His hand rested gently on her hip, while her hand laid lovingly on his shoulder, never once did any of them lower their eyes to ascertain the position of their feet.
Their eyes met. They embraced. Their lips met.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
That guy in the mirror
Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Steal my heart stab me
lest i be led to sin.
There he stood, looking at the face in the mirror.
"You've brought this upon yourself!"
"I did not. I was successful! But he was better."
"You misinterpreted the signals, you made something out of nothing, like a castle in the air."
"She responded! When I sent her sweet messages, she replied the same way too. That was not a misinterpretation. It was no. It couldn't be. Could it?"
"She merely replied you in the same manner you communicated to her. What kind of a signal is that? She was just being nice and courteous. You dug your own grave! How many times has she gone out with you at all? Come on, think. How many times has she?"
"Twice we did. Or, well, none actually. She was busy! And our timetables clashed. Besides, I end work so late.."
"So now you're blaming work? You're a coward. And a fool! You sucked in every word she said, manipulating it to a signal, always making it seem as if she had feelings for you.."
"For a time, she did! I remembered that part! She didn't deny she had feelings for me!"
".. and now you've brought this upon yourself. You've led yourself straight to the hangman's noose. You became proud. Thought you were a victor, didn't you? Well, now, look at how things have changed. He confessed! What cha' going to do about that? You know deep down inside who the true victor is. And it ain't you!"
"Don't you do this to me, aren't you part of me too. You exist in my mind, stay there! Don't you think I already know I'm not the winner? I didn't even stand a chance. Her best friend didn't like me!"
"Well, who gives a damn whether her best friend likes you or not? You wooing her or her best friend? But, well, whatever makes you happy now, doesn't it. Wallowing in self-pity, you make me want to puke! Let me show you what you want to see."
"Stop it! Don't show me that! Why must you do this, and recollect the past?"
"Why not? I'm your past. and your present. and in me, you see the future."
"You think I don't remember my past enough? That memory so long ago, its similarities to this one. A close friend and my muse. Gone. and now it's happening again."
"Well, if you're so sad, why not fight for her then. Oops, I forgot you fought that time too, and you lost. Well, I guess you're a loser then."
"Why do you keep doing this to me? Why don't you just return to where you belong? I can't fight for her. He's nice and good for her, and she's nice and sweet, good for him too. Besides, she's managed to break loose his shell. That's a good thing. I mean, it is, isn't it. They belong together, and I should not be an obstacle."
"Ooh, being all nicey and oh-so-sharing now eh? You know deep down inside, you're torn apart. On one hand, you want them to be together, cause well, she's spent so much patience on him. Yet, on the other hand, you want to be with her too. But! then again, the thought of him being sad dispels that illusion. Who do you think you are? Mother Theresa? Gandhi? You can't even make yourself happy, and you want others to be happy. You're a lousy hypocrite. "
"I'm not ! I'm not! I never hid behind my mask when I chatted with her! I was myself, to the core."
"AwwW, ain't that sweet. You chatted with your true personality and ditched your mask. Well, ain't that sad. The few times you remove your mask, and you get a punch to the face. You're hopeless you know that? I'm ashamed to be known with you."
"But you can't help it. You're in me. You exist in the recess of my mind! Besides, you're supposed to help me, not be against me!"
"Well, it's a bit hard to help you when you can't even help yourself now isn't it? You like her. He likes her. She likes him. I don't quite see your role in it actually. True, she may have a bit of feelings for you, but she has more for him. Hmm, not that sounds familiar. Wait a sec, didn't this happen before? 5 years ago, didn't another friend of yours induced more feelings than you when both of you rivaled for the same girl?"
"That, well, that was a long time ago. Why did You have to be bring that up anyway? That's all water under the bridge now. Besides, I brought her to Christ now didn't I. I did a good thing."
"True, but in this case, you didn't. And that's where the similarities stop. hmm, now, wasn't that the first time you encountered jealousy? If you going to get jealous again, we gotta get those muscles in shape you know. You can't fight with flab."
"I'm not going, you're such a bastard you know that. I'm not going to fight with him. I mean, if she likes him, she likes him. You can't fight with feelings. No, you can't fight with feelings."
"Well, then I guess it would be a nice show to watch then, when all three parties meet in real life. Haha, you'll die, you know that. But it's alright, I'll watch your mental suffering from my room. I'll definitely send you updates, don't worry."
"I. well, I guess we'll see how when the time comes now wouldn't we. And, I'm so going to lock you in your room. You're a menace you know that."
"I'm the best thing that ever happened to you."
"That's bullshit, now be gone. While I ponder upon my next step. I mean, it would better to leave when one is at the top, than get kicked out, from the bottom."
"Well, whatever makes you happy. Or, maybe whatever makes her happy hmm?"
"Yea, I guess. What that makes her happy, may I revel in it. Now, you go and sleep"
Keep those I love from me
Steal my heart stab me
lest i be led to sin.
There he stood, looking at the face in the mirror.
"You've brought this upon yourself!"
"I did not. I was successful! But he was better."
"You misinterpreted the signals, you made something out of nothing, like a castle in the air."
"She responded! When I sent her sweet messages, she replied the same way too. That was not a misinterpretation. It was no. It couldn't be. Could it?"
"She merely replied you in the same manner you communicated to her. What kind of a signal is that? She was just being nice and courteous. You dug your own grave! How many times has she gone out with you at all? Come on, think. How many times has she?"
"Twice we did. Or, well, none actually. She was busy! And our timetables clashed. Besides, I end work so late.."
"So now you're blaming work? You're a coward. And a fool! You sucked in every word she said, manipulating it to a signal, always making it seem as if she had feelings for you.."
"For a time, she did! I remembered that part! She didn't deny she had feelings for me!"
".. and now you've brought this upon yourself. You've led yourself straight to the hangman's noose. You became proud. Thought you were a victor, didn't you? Well, now, look at how things have changed. He confessed! What cha' going to do about that? You know deep down inside who the true victor is. And it ain't you!"
"Don't you do this to me, aren't you part of me too. You exist in my mind, stay there! Don't you think I already know I'm not the winner? I didn't even stand a chance. Her best friend didn't like me!"
"Well, who gives a damn whether her best friend likes you or not? You wooing her or her best friend? But, well, whatever makes you happy now, doesn't it. Wallowing in self-pity, you make me want to puke! Let me show you what you want to see."
"Stop it! Don't show me that! Why must you do this, and recollect the past?"
"Why not? I'm your past. and your present. and in me, you see the future."
"You think I don't remember my past enough? That memory so long ago, its similarities to this one. A close friend and my muse. Gone. and now it's happening again."
"Well, if you're so sad, why not fight for her then. Oops, I forgot you fought that time too, and you lost. Well, I guess you're a loser then."
"Why do you keep doing this to me? Why don't you just return to where you belong? I can't fight for her. He's nice and good for her, and she's nice and sweet, good for him too. Besides, she's managed to break loose his shell. That's a good thing. I mean, it is, isn't it. They belong together, and I should not be an obstacle."
"Ooh, being all nicey and oh-so-sharing now eh? You know deep down inside, you're torn apart. On one hand, you want them to be together, cause well, she's spent so much patience on him. Yet, on the other hand, you want to be with her too. But! then again, the thought of him being sad dispels that illusion. Who do you think you are? Mother Theresa? Gandhi? You can't even make yourself happy, and you want others to be happy. You're a lousy hypocrite. "
"I'm not ! I'm not! I never hid behind my mask when I chatted with her! I was myself, to the core."
"AwwW, ain't that sweet. You chatted with your true personality and ditched your mask. Well, ain't that sad. The few times you remove your mask, and you get a punch to the face. You're hopeless you know that? I'm ashamed to be known with you."
"But you can't help it. You're in me. You exist in the recess of my mind! Besides, you're supposed to help me, not be against me!"
"Well, it's a bit hard to help you when you can't even help yourself now isn't it? You like her. He likes her. She likes him. I don't quite see your role in it actually. True, she may have a bit of feelings for you, but she has more for him. Hmm, not that sounds familiar. Wait a sec, didn't this happen before? 5 years ago, didn't another friend of yours induced more feelings than you when both of you rivaled for the same girl?"
"That, well, that was a long time ago. Why did You have to be bring that up anyway? That's all water under the bridge now. Besides, I brought her to Christ now didn't I. I did a good thing."
"True, but in this case, you didn't. And that's where the similarities stop. hmm, now, wasn't that the first time you encountered jealousy? If you going to get jealous again, we gotta get those muscles in shape you know. You can't fight with flab."
"I'm not going, you're such a bastard you know that. I'm not going to fight with him. I mean, if she likes him, she likes him. You can't fight with feelings. No, you can't fight with feelings."
"Well, then I guess it would be a nice show to watch then, when all three parties meet in real life. Haha, you'll die, you know that. But it's alright, I'll watch your mental suffering from my room. I'll definitely send you updates, don't worry."
"I. well, I guess we'll see how when the time comes now wouldn't we. And, I'm so going to lock you in your room. You're a menace you know that."
"I'm the best thing that ever happened to you."
"That's bullshit, now be gone. While I ponder upon my next step. I mean, it would better to leave when one is at the top, than get kicked out, from the bottom."
"Well, whatever makes you happy. Or, maybe whatever makes her happy hmm?"
"Yea, I guess. What that makes her happy, may I revel in it. Now, you go and sleep"
Friday, June 01, 2007
The Train
With a low groan, the train lurches to a halt at the platform. As its cargo strides out, its new passengers traipse in. With a blast, the doors shoot inwards from their positions, before grinding to a stop as its black lips kiss. The hum of the air-conditioner a low Concert G, the train slowly creeps out of the station and crawls along the rails, lazily drifting in and out of the stations on its travel route.
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