Sunday, August 5, 2007

Sabbath then.


The morning came and went as fast as an impluse of a drawing wave then to its retreat back into the sea. Canteen morning with Yv, a few dishes but a couple more trash. Countable few good hi's-byes with yet unwilling smiles that planted itself in my photographic visual. Helped out as much as lazy person could, ate and sorted coins for the counts, more in seek of hope for profits. Lazy breeze greeted out hearts and told our minds just to head home. Windows popped with a few friends for a naughty little chat right smack in the midst of Sunday afternoon. I called it the early preview for the night. As my fingers switch from letter to letter to type what it's typing, my mind's contemplating dinner and a short chill out down at good old Gardens.


Are we harmed by what strikes us as we think too much? The negative words floats over the postive, more bold, large and way less friendly. Collaboration of these headache prone feelings emerges and gushes of hate fills through every vein, where the heart poorly just pumps harder. As my sister read eloquently during this morning's 9am mass in church, I did not catch every single word as my self created walls might have prevented me from doing so. However, somehow, I caught a phrase, "To truly let go of earthly things." No need for much elaboration, but it rings that bell of how impossible that can be. We are pulled by this unforgiving, unwilling, and powerful force of this man-made gravity. It will place everything in you to the test to fulfill just that line of words which speaks only of great challenge to human body and mind to achieve that purified soul.


I saw what I could have had months ago, innocently unsure, not ready neither prepared, and there swiftly taken, held in the arms of someone who recovered no further from than a rebound, and his ill profile hidden deep but close under his covers. Blind spots kept her, his heart contains then repairs but time takes its time to heal. Patience was never an option, it was made mandatory.


"We sat back just to sadly accept and a mile more or so to watch if their love could pack more or crack under perssure already from the thoughts of breaking they had."

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"Sometimes we seem to see hate more than love as we have that haunting confusion between both."
The leader in obivious ways but he is scared and humbled away when the truth arise one day. He fed the rich and abandon the poor, he taught the blind to walk and he helped the lame to see. Nothing more than it seems, as how contradicing life can be. To seek that path still in search to be enlighten by our very ownself and to forget knowing the rest.

About Me

Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.