Thursday, January 31, 2008
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The River glass-hero
The river danceswith smiles of golden sunit carries them to youto you, to youIt carries them to youFor you are the centre of joyThese smiles were made for youendThis came to mind one morning on my way to work. It was such a beautiful day and I thought of you :)
Do you ever feel like there are far too many people? I mean, if you believe in what the lady lead in Before Sunrise says, about the magic between people (which I do), there just isn't enough to go round. We can blame it on a desensitised society, laziness and so on, but maybe there's just a certain cap to the number of people we are capable of having real connetions to at once. The rest just dissoves into a background of shallow relations. Like in Fight Club, the idea of single-serving friends. Single-serving everything. The inevitable truth of modern life. Back to the first thought of out overpopulation, as I jostled among the mass of corporate men and women swarming to the base of the Raffles Place MRT escalator, I was hit by a sudden vision of some sort of giant looking down upon us in about as much disgust as would any of us looking at a cluster of ants around spilled syrup would feel.
Added to my List of Favourite Movies is City of God.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
chronic youth
Playing Peter glass-heroWhen you grow up, your heart diesbut no one ever told meit still breaksFor you, for youit still broke for you.Work week's been a daze of organization. What an oxymoronic way of life. When all's said and done, it was such fun playing work :) but now I'm due for a holiday. Phat Thai Talay!
P.S. I love you more :)
Thursday, January 03, 2008
a philosopher's bane
The Way Back Home glass-hero Cold air sets the atmosphere.Familiar hum of the engineReassurring rhythm of inertiaShe rests her weight on the safety belt that holds herThe scenes slide bybehind reflected eyes,glazed bystreetlights that come and go.Never look backShe lifts her mindspreads her thoughts over the skyponders the possibilitiesand reveres the vastnessSomewhere between the boundless universeand inside herself,she finds solaceA sanctuary of knowingfeelingSurely, it isher own secret from Godbut she hopes someone might know the wayanywayThat is how a soulmate is foundTen years will seeplike water in cupped handsStill in the passenger seat,she will watch the worldexperience will have worn none of the wonder, only hopeThe danger of mind explorationis the loneliness of finding something beautifulBut there is comfort in an immensed souland the moment passes;the streetlights are left behindHome draws closerand in her father's car,a little girl's mind slipsend
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
new beginnings vs. perfect endings
In light of how in the dark I've been about the world and life, I'm reading more. Tuesdays With Morrie. I know, I'm late on the uptake, but as Mitchell's Morrie would have you learn, its never too late.
EVANESCENCEby glass-hero
If you evanesce now, even slowlyIf in a momentI let you slip awayIf everI lost that heartdeformedperfect fit to mineIf you don't find your way backI shall perishand never rebornend
