tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70673765790716388612009-10-21T11:04:43.393+08:00place that isn't one; timeless and ungovernedj-ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844072766400190393noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067376579071638861.post-57595711322612289872009-07-07T23:06:00.008+08:002009-07-08T00:15:54.736+08:00

FaithDefined: Believing is seeing. Save worship, praise, and thanksgiving, the fruits of prayer, perseverence, and patience are beyond words or any other form of expression. A rising generation was the vision; love was the theme; the concert a living testimony for which IFasted...And still am for almost a month now by the grace and mercies of God. Suffice to say for now, however, that God brought

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The key to the permanent closure of my college life has been marked with this acronym and is, if not within the next few months, a year from now which somewhat coincides with my convocation. So near yet so far; graduation is the distance of mere strokes of a pen. Well, no point fretting over this. There's still milk in the glass; the mess just needs a little clean up. I'm thankful.

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Partly inspired by Sacks, O. (1985), along with personal observations.~The number of train-takers has unprecedentedly increased since I last observed from riding on them daily. Going to work is akin a production line of people bored and tired from the humdrum routines of life – how the train transports people like factories producing steel from its raw materials to the finished product.

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To all.I don't know what my plans are. Not to say that I don't have one; the only certainty is the unpredictability of life. My life has never been my own. I've lived to serve people as best as I can. My experiences are not for me but for those who need them. The price I choose to pay may be of a magnitude greater than that I imagined, and though I may not know what I speak of, I'm willing to pay

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Conscience is dead; religion is indeed the opium of the masses. What significance do we think we can accomplish simply by traveling from one place or state of mind to the next via the passages of time? If time is irrelevant, age, experience, progression of thought, and evolution would not matter noting that time variances are its measurements. In fact, the only reason why comparison isn't fair is

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Times in time framed in frames, in due which the unleashed and withdrawn; reborn and unmade. The coming and going of faces that do not differ much despite progression; one of curiosity, impetuousness, eagerness, and stubbornness. Victories and failures; defined and broken. Change is propelled by the need of catalysts time demands; that is, as time remains as a mere human invention; which is to

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It's a blur. Perhaps a lovely cold mist covers whatever that's left of the surface of the iceberg. I stroll on the water below me as if it were land, wondering whether sobriety was hidden under the ice rather than above the waters. They got it all wrong. Our current state of mind is illusory; the "unconscious" is where our minds should be most sober, isn't it? The world's an effing lie. Everyone

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O God, as I look into the starry nightI see the wonders of Your divine power and mightMy heart cries deep into the nightWho but You know and understand my plight?She comes strong and sureNothing could stop herWith simplicity she trustThinking all are like herIntention is her nameCrystal clear is her other nameHe slides into the sceneLike a multi faceted prismHe sees and yet he does notAll fraught

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Whispers of the wind so sweet,Voicing of my love through the air,Will you hear and take heed?Answer in whispers, in love and care.Wrap me in a wordless embrace,Amidst the sensual music of night,Dancing across with quickened pace,In a susurrus of heat, a silk of light.Let me soothe your wounds,Old as paper or fresh as blood,Heal with my touch soft as sound,Love outpouring like rushing flood.If

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I quit my first job on the first day of probation for reasons some constitute as 'reality'. A boss that treats his/her staff like worthless slaves; has highly questionable work ethics; undermines the abilities and talents of those who are younger and much more educated than s/he; attempts to tell the world that s/he has the right to tell what the world ought to do simply by reason that s/he

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Am I disappointed, or, for that matter, satisfied? Is it yours, mine, or ours to make? What lines are kept, erased, drawn, or redrawn? What should be said or left burried? What should be - or, are - the limits of that which is given and taken? Who initiates and follows? Although the power of choice has been bestowed on us, we lose it simply by virtue of will and desire. If so, what should actions

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Life bittersweet like coffee and dark chocolate.~Never have I in my years in the School of Hard Knocks encountered the challenges such as that this year presented. Even though I've given considerable reflections upon the events that transpired, I'm still undecided as to whether this year was good or bad. I don't remember falling sick as many times as I have this year compared to others, not to

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I have decided to make known my definitions of equality for those with whom I have had heated conversations on this controversial topic once and for all. However, I must stress that the following definitional propositions are two be viewed as complementary concepts rather than that which allows definitive shifts for the sake of fitting or justifying one's agenda.I propose two theories: The

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Absence of thought may as well be equated with ignorance. Why else would 'out of sight, out of mind' be? Yet, ignorance can only be achieved while being conscious of something; how can one ignore something if nothing is initially known? Absence, on the other hand, simply means the lack of presence; it does not necessitate the preexistence of or preexposure to knowledge. Having said so, oblivion

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Fragrant vengeance akin honey dropsSilkier and sweeter with every strandDripping lusciously blood upon blade; warmth and comfort.

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Dull. Polarized. Rigid. Like the colors that separate these words from its page my life has been. Life has always been black and white to me. I've never been able to see how coloful life can be. Sure, many think that life is gray; it is easiest to see life as such, easier to see life as I do, and easy to see it as colorful.What has my life amounted to all these years after debating time and again

j-ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844072766400190393noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7067376579071638861.post-74536453254401442432008-07-24T00:16:00.004+08:002008-07-24T01:01:17.614+08:00

Luscious red the curse of beauty:Passion's voluptuousness; obsession's agony - Not much a warning to a dying soul a life akin thy ashes.

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Under the artistry of your creativityNakedness a canvas for you shall be;Caress me with the vibrance your needle weaves.

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How long will you be distant from me? When will you start trusting me with your emotions? When will you start being honest about how you truly feel? How long more do I have to wait? How much more do I need to do? Fair enough that you want fairness. Yet, this isn't about fairness! If you were jealous, just say so and I will stop any further action! Do you always need me to ask you? I admire the

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Someone once asked me if it was worth risking a smooth-sailing friendship for a deeper one. I was once convinced; my conscience isn't as clear as I would like to think it is. Moreover, the friendship was in fact far from smooth-sailing. There were bumps and holes along the journey. On a scale, it was lopsided. In a word, it's just a dream. Perhaps some things should've been left as dreams. Most

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I seated myself at the place of appointment, waiting hopefully and prayerfully. I can’t help feeling like a fool clinging on to the words of a desperate young man. I thought about what happened here just some hours ago. He had a point in saying that I would be as desperate as he is if I were in his shoes; I would definitely be worried sick. Perhaps, like him, most would think of me as a liar or a

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The events of July 8, 2010 hours:Was it an act of faith or out of pure gullibility that I gave up mobile phone to a total stranger claiming that he desperately needed help? He claimed that he was cheated of S$2,000 by a friend; he only had his passport, luggage, and laptop - of which I saw only the first (even then I wasn't sure if it was a fake one; I was too overwhelmed to even think straight!)

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I watch a memory:formed, existing, and unfolding.Origami papers folded into shapes of life,then unfolded again into its original, meaningless form.Every memory begins somewhere:of being utterly lost and joyfully found;of hearts broken and blossoming love.From afar I merely observea love story:Two hearts sailing togetheran endless journey of mutual exchangethe sea of affections.Whispers they speak

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A glance stolen in the silence of night,A desire forbidden in the light of dawn;Have we wishes on stars unreachable,My heart pockets a planet visible.

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Sometimes I’m a selfish fakeYou’re always a true friendAnd I don’t deserve you‘Cause I’m not there for youPlease forgive me againI want to be there for youSomeone you can come toRuns deeper than my bonesI want to be there for youSwirling shades of blueSlow dancing in your eyesSun kisses the earthAnd I hush my urge to cry, cry‘Cause I hear the whispered wordsIn your masterpiece beautifulYou speak

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