Life is two in one

Life is like drops of rain
on a window pane.

Each individual drop of rain for
each significant life.
Alone, segmented, sole.

Till the winds of change,
or the movements of time,
breeze across the pane,
juggle and shift,
adjust and lift,
and two drops become one.

Have you noticed how two drops of water merges into one?
They lean towards each other, and be conjoined
in a new spot in the middle of them.
They leave their current position,
never looking back at their solitude,
and merge into one well-endowed drop.

Twice the value,
twice the nutrients,
twice the talent.
In one.

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I

I run
knowing that every breath I take,
every second I pant,
is a breath closer,
is a second nearer
towards you.


I press on in my assignment
towards my target of 3000 words
completing my summary
and barely starting on the body
knowing that every word I type,
every sentence I craft,
is one word less
to meeting you.

If time could be sped up,
yet it is swift when we are united.
Why does it slow down when we are
separated.
Long days and short nights make for
long partings and short meetings.

as

tingle as skin upon
skin as crackle
of electricity bursts
from within as desire
a lustful sin as a climax
to a blushing grin.

sandy beach
clear white sand
two pairs of footprints
and a couple hand in hand

the sun heads down into
the ocean floor
leaving his sister
to hold the tide

Atlas holds up the sky
as Perseus wanders by.
And Odysess slowly makes his way
back home.

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why should we

Why should we give up our seats
to kids?

Would that not be leading to a downward spiral of social graces? Would not these kids grow up under the impression that they are entitled to seats and would not give it up to anyone?

Or perhaps this was what happened before, thus the spotlight on youths whom do not give up their seats to the elderly.

But what is elderly? How do we define age? Is there a benchmark? With dyed hair, botox, breast implants, a 50 year old can look like a 40 year old can look like a 30 year old. Surely we can't be checking their ICs for verification?

Is it really the fault of the younger generation of not being graceful? What about the future then?

Kids are growing up, with maids carrying their schoolbags, and meals already cooked and placed on the tables, or sometimes even served to them. They wake up to a set of ironed uniform waiting to be worn, breakfast on the table, and allowance on the desk.

Pampered child? Efficient parents? Disciplined maid?

Who is right or wrong? Is there a right or wrong? More importantly, which side is the media on?

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media burnout

I'm getting a bit tired from studying about media. To think that I've studied it for three years and will do so for another year or part thereof.

Sure, it's fun. But when you keep studying effects of media on people, and its persuasive abilities; or agenda setting via articles; I get a bit disillusioned.

Maybe I'm more one to one basis. I would rather deal with one person at a time, than impact a whole audience at the same time.

I don't think I'll be a journalist. Yes, I can write. after alls, euu dun c journalizsts rite lk these. But writing isn't all about it, journalists have to be ruthless and fake empathy. How many times can one feel for a victim of a hit and run, or a family devasted by a natural disaster? And one has to prod and poke to retrieve all the details too.

Do you realize, that the media needs natural disasters and mankind's seven deadly sins, to be profitable? Nobody wants to read about unsensational news. That's what blogs are for.

I'm a bit disillusioned. Maybe burning out. I might be a tech journalist. Or perhaps the entertainment sector of media, like audio editing.

But for now, it's just me and my callers.

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life is a story

We all have stories in life.
Previously, we shared stories.
Now we create a story.

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Window shopping

In the past, window shopping meant physically trawling through the mall, and peering at delicate clothes on mannequins with perfect body shapes behind glass windows.

Now, window shopping means virtually clicking on links, and zooming in on pixellated clothes on photoshopped bodies in different browser windows.

Times have changed.

you smash my worlds

You smash my worlds apart
now why did I trust you so much last time
foolhardy I behaved with you.

You young child
claiming innocence
simple in thinking,
but not far.
You know not an iota of the consequences
of your actions.

My worlds were separated and
I had allowed you a glimpse of the second
universe
and now through your childishness
you wrecked both
and smashed them together.

So i pick up the pieces and trudge on
to another battle, to a field yonder
and find someone who can forge back
the pieces and mash the worlds
back together.

I didn't ask for a parting gift.
and yet you exploit the weakness I have
and in the future when your world disintegrates
if you should ever find me,
I wont turn you away.

By then, my world will be mashed and complete.

That you would grow up faster, child,
lest your actions lead to your downfall
and life knocks you on the head
and then leaves you for dead.

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Do for me

Be a good friend and help me do this survey.

http://www.esurveyspro.com/Survey.aspx?id=ebb87dff-c7fa-4c7f-af61-6d8b9ec9c381

Thank you! :)

slow as a snail

We call slow people snails.
Perhaps when snails talk within themselves,
they joke and jibber at our pace,
and call fast snails people.

That said, if snails do communicate with one another, they would have good long distance communications. And long distance relationships too, for the snails which are together.

They do seem so lonely eh.
Carring a huge shell on their back
Trudging towards who knows where
Just moving steadily
at its predestined pace.

Like so many of us too.

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Virtual reality

Most end of times predict a world economy as a sign. Some may call it by different names but regardless whether it's a unified currency, or a single economy, or a world money form, the definition doesn't vary.

This has led to speculation as to which currency this would be. Could it be the US, a strong contender, or perhaps China, a growing market?

But what if this currency, that is predicted at world's end, is not a nation's money?

Macdonald's has an outlet in nearly every country. Imagine if they were to come up with a prepaid card payment system. After this is implemented, they announce that cash will not be accepted, and all you need to enjoy a burger, in whichever country you are, is just a card. With this, you could literally gift-a-burger to your penpal in another partner of the world, by crediting the card.

With this in mind, ponder the possibilty of a world currency being virtual. Could the new world currency be facebook credits?

We need to widen our thinking. No longer are we living by physical means anymore. We are living by virtual means.

What do I mean?

Your salary is credited to your bank account. You use your card to pay for meals. Or to buy clothes from amazon. You use internet banking to pay bills. All these do not require the usage of hard cash.

This is virtual reality. Reality becoming virtual.

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What to study

Have you ever thought
what you would study?

I mean, if you could create and choose your modules,
and not bound by costs.

I thought about mine.

I would take a module in greek mythology, in christian history, in psychology, in learning malay, and in creating an e-commerce website.

Of course, the question would then be what on earth would such a degree ever be named.
And I have no clue.

But can this be done?

I would very much choose to believe so.
I believe in the future, students are able to customize their modules
and that in that new era, employers don't question what major is your degree in
or which university is from
but rather what skills do you have
and what knowledge do you know.

The future will be a knowledge based economy.
So why worry about the name of the university
or the nature of the degree
and neglect the knowledge one has gleamed
and is able to boost the company?

a whole new world

She was at the crossroads.
And for a time, she stood.
Searched among the stars,
Inquired of the compass,
Drew upon the sand.

She chose.

Now, she walks on.
Trudging along this path she has chosen.
What does she see in the horizon?
A rising sun or the setting?
A mirage or an oasis?
Does she head towards a field
brimming of life,
abound with blooming flowers
and nature's scent?
Or does she head downwards?
Into the spiral of despair and
plunge into the depths of guilt?

But, lo, what do we have here.
Another character joins the story.
With a low hat, and a grain of wheat
between his teeth,
he walks with her.
Neither in front, or behind,
but on par.

He says nay a thing,
But walks on by.
Towards the frontiers of
a whole new world.

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Imagine

Say you were going to meet your friend.
But you have time to kill.
So you take the train down towards the place your friend is coming from
Against the direction your friend is travelling
And mid way, you alight and take the train going in the correct direction
in the hope of meeting your friend.

You alight, cross over, and enter at the same door
at the exact line of position.
And there your friend sits
And the whole carriage is filled
Save for one empty seat beside your friend

Now what are the chances of that happening?

Each car has 4 doors. Each train has 3 cars.
So that chance of the same door works out to be 1 in 12.

Each train has 148 seats, so that works out to 1 in 148.

Combined, both would equate to 1 in 1776.
Not that high, if you compare that the chance of winning the toto jackpot is 1 in 8.4 million.

But high enough for me.


Brother to many,
Lover to none.

Perhaps though, you will make it one.

something

Something struck a chord in me
when you said that line.

You reminded me of my mother.
The tone she'll use
to assert her power and authority
that leaves no room for discussion
Even if she is wrong at the end of the
day.

And something bristled within me
In retaliation
In reaction
To that.

Now, I fear a wall will come up
every time I see you.
Partly afraid to hear what you'll speak.
Cause I'm adverse to that tone.

and perhaps I already do.

Chris Medina - What Are Words

For you.

you

i walked past you.
our eyes met
you only spoke three words
from the bottom of your heart
and stomach
with pleading eyes you
uttered
i want oreo.
i looked at you
speechless
expressionless
thoughtless
gave you my most neutral reaction
and walked past you
without a word.

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colors

Kaleidoscope.
Colors abound
Riveting rivers of red.
Blooming brooks of blue.
Youthful yatches of yellow.
Gasping goblets of green.
Come take a peek into my life
See the colors abounding in front of me.
Dip your hand in the river
See it turn fuschia
See it turn tranquail
See it turn lilac.

Run down the field of gold
Blow white cotton puffs into the sky
Lie in yellow sun wheat
Somersault against soft pink petals.

Walk with me down the path of life
And why not let our paths converge?
Here, take my hand,
But then you have to let go of the other
Hand you're holding now.
Would you?

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happy sister day

Someone sent me a message,
Saying it is happy sisters day,
And to forward the message along to ten sisters.

I don't know how to respond.

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break free

Sometimes we should break free from the norm.
Most of us do that, but in an extravagant manner, holidays massages spas buffets.
What about doing it on a small scale?
Like instead of automatically plugging in the earphones, to just not listen to any music. And listen. After all, our ears are always actively recording. The crux is whether the record is to be deleted or to be retrieved.

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positive nothing.

Singaporeans are a very complaining bunch.
And we always resort to threats.
Sure, it doesn't have to really criminal intimidation or life threats or paint on the walls with telephone numbers.
We don't brandish knives or raise parangs to emphasize our points.
We merely quote CEO names and baseless threats to 'complain you ah'.
It can be rather interesting how people quote the name of your company's CEO to put pressure on you. And not just once, but a few times within the same sentence as well. Sure, a group has more power than a lone person, but repetition actually decreases the weight and diminishes the effect.

When I hear a customer throw out the name of my CEO, I actually end up giving substandard service. It actually backfires because firstly, if you were that chum with the CEO, you wouldn't be calling in. You would be calling him. Secondly, dropping the CEO's name actually means you aren't appreciative of what I've done so far. And so you try to use his name to warrant more action. But you already have this mental barrier erected that limits the help I can provide you with. Most people don't realize this.

That's why we're a peaceful bunch of people. We don't know how to make the right threats to get good service. We react negatively like 'I'll sue you' or 'I'll complain you ah' instead of trying to use positive terms to help us serve you better. Thus our negative threats that equal to a positive nothing.

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destitute solitude

He places a coffin standing erect at the edge of the cliff.
The door is open. And can only be opened from the outside.
He sprints and leaps towards it,
The force pushing it off the cliff,
Into the raging waters,
The force closing the door and locking him in,
The force of his own skin.

The coffin bobs sinks and rises
With each swelling wave.

Leave me. Taunt me.
Stab me with thy piercing gaze.
He takes a rock and throws at himself
Within the mirror
The mirror cracks
Yet the stoic gaze remains fixed on him.
On me.

He drags his feet across
The sound of dragged chains.
The manacles tied to a rock.

He sobs he tears
He lowers to his knee
He starves his own shadow
With evil maniacal glee
His laugh resounds through the cave.

The sun hides from his shame
Darkness swops in
Laughing cackily
Horns and thorns
Pitter pattering of feet.

Flying daggers
Arrows
All pierce
His soft skull.

He sits on the cliff by the sea
Watching waiting.
But for the sun to rise or for the sun to set.

Death to him.
Rotting from the inside out.
Darkness.
Grief.
Silence.
Of the thump of a heartbeat.
Even the crickets hush.

And angels pass over.

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please

Please don't be my rebound.
Please don't be my rebound.
Please don't be my rebound.
Please don't be my rebound.
Please don't be my rebound.

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the wind

The wind blows ever so gentle
Whispering to my ear
Of hopes and dreams and a
Future to look forward to
Of dashes and sashes
Of hits and the misses.

The wind swirls around me ever so lovingly
Murmuring into my soul
Of love and misplaced hatred
Of death and displaced anger
Of life and unseen hope
Of bright rays streaming through
The clouds.

The wind pushes me back
As i stand atop the cliff
Fighting to drain my sorrow
With aspirations and beliefs
And on it, I fly away.
Amidst white puffy clouds,
And the reassuring warmth of the sun,
and soft melody of harps nearby.

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Italian Proverbs

I came across this Italian proverb:

"Chi mangia solo crepa solo"

It means: "He who eats alone dies alone".

And so, my death is forecasted by an Italian proverb. I will die alone. That rules out accidents, airplane crashes, boat capsizing, biochemical attack....

If someone tells you you're gonna die alone, do you feel happy or sad?

low profile

I tried to be low profile at work.
Not be very well-known.
Not know very well.
But it was very very hard.
So I gave up, and tried in school.

But now it's becoming increasingly hard to be low profile.
How to, when you have a debate and various presentations?

And sometimes I have to rein it in.
The impulse to make small talk
To charm the girl beside me.
Or scare her off.
It's like controlling your fart.
Sometimes it works.
Sometimes it backfires.

And so now I'm trying to find the balance.
To unleash all this bottled-upp chattiness
And friendliness and warmth and concern during work,
And to be cold and composed and quiet in school.

This is going to be hard.

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ray of illumination

He stumbles in the darkness
He fumbles for the light switch
It isn't there.

He treds cautiously
With prudence
With patience
Towards the door
It isn't there.

He stretches out his hands
For any of the walls
Or for any object to grope
There aren't any.

Then a prick of light.
A ray of hope.
A beam of illumination
Chance of salvation

You don't light up my life.
You're the light in my life.
But the wax is melting fast
And nearing the end
How can the wick still burn
When there is no more wax?

Sizzle and be extinguished.
I need someone distinguished.
Memories relished.

Well, at least there's you.

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