Friday, September 28, 2007

Missing this train for me to catch the other -

Taking the challenge was never that easy
when we had so much to consider.
My days of blogging, drowns when I tire down and fall into laziness once again, or maybe it was all just written and let out in myself. Updates will be up soon.
Usually we take the easiest and nearest exit to escape the fire, and usually we let go of our emotional torture and usually I have to wait for nobody. But in the fire I take the longest exit as behind that exit may be the sound of safety taking the closes never meant you would not get burn. I took the longest route to hear the screams and cries of others, to finally let go, as all this while I have neglected myself, rots in my skin and tears in my eyes for the people around me, taking my space, blocking my way, breathing in my share of air and taking the blame. I took the longest route so that I may bum into you in the midst of panic and despair for you to be with me. I took the route for me to eventually Escape.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey its been awhile since i last visited u're blog. Sorry bout that, cause i was too busy with my assingments and projects. And they call this a holiday, what the heck kind of holiday is this when there are 3 projects and 2 assingments.... sometimes i wonder what those CAs are doing... anyways, sorry for the times i backed out from going out, and espicially the ones at the final moment, you don't know how guilty i felt, its like playing out u're best friends man.... dam it...... well anyways, here's to my next commentary

People are nice when they are in their everyday lives. But placed in a situation whereby their lives are at stake and we all turn into selfish bastards that hope when the celling comes crashing down, it wouldn't at least hit me, it will be fine if it hits the guy running right behind me. The mentality of every man for himself has been deeply programed into our minds. Survival comes first, everything else next, even if it is u're best friend. Yet sometime we humans are able to break away from the chain that bounds us to instinct and do what is neccessary to save the lives of someone else putting our own lives on the line for a complete stranger. Yea that happens, its God's way of testing the humanity's humaneness.

Often people do not see the truth, humans are mostly followers who would listen to someone who has the most logic in the words they project, but never really follow in doubt trying to see where the herd goes. We are all blind creatures who merely follow blind to beliefs which we think are usually right. When there is already a leader and someone else opposes the decision of the alpha, people would turn a blind eye and deaf ear towards the individual even if the individual was right and turn out to save the people. No one would answer an extremist even if they knew and God knew that they were the just and right ones. People follow leaders whom they think will shed light to their dim hopes, why? Simple, because the people elected him/her into power. Why trust someone else when there's someone sitting in power making the decisions. People will definitely believe the alpha's cause of actions. And all you'll hear is an echo of your voice crying out to them to listen. Ignorance is an "intel" chip of our minds.

And i can see that u enjoyed u're holiday at Perth, well yea, perth is full of lazy people, well close shops at 5pm, dam the evening life hasn't even started yet. Perth is more of a place for retirement. I think you might have seen quite a number of chinese there, and most of them are Singaporean. Well not sure bout the shopping there, cause i have never been to perth, its always the southern tips and north eastern coasts. It seems like a nice place to visit, and i can see that ya still have a thing for shoes aye.. Nike man... got to ask, is it cheap there? Food, shopping, shoes, etc... I love breakfast from the looks of it, thats the first time i see chicken wings at bf. Like i said i love the food there. Diam, those shoes must have cost a bomb. Oo... Erdinger beer open house and with sherms?haha. that ought to be great. But u know me, i don't drink, but hey don't let that stop yea.

Well anyways, am running out of stuff to write, so till next commentary. Chiao

D.P

Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. said...

Hey it is great to hear from you. Nah, no worries on the times you couldnt make it, you bet you knew I'd've understood. Thanks for ya food for thought, damn bloody good words of wisdom.

Well, the shopping there is realtively cheap, as it was the transis from winter to spring so they had a little sale here and there. Yeah still the nike head, see i'm faithful. Haha. Yeah Perth could be a place for you too, just to enjoy the food and the place itself. Shocked at the chicken wings too but hey it was a bouns man. haha... you have great fun.

Peaceout,
Justin.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for understanding, but still can't help feeling guilty for not showing up...haha

D.P


"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.