Thursday, May 8, 2008

Desolate

Do you recall the time where there isnt much to worry about. Even the things that we worry for were not really things to worry about. The life we lead is pretty simple, a stage by stage based concept. When was the last time we stopped and thought about how life was getting complicated because of the things we choose to get into. Living the life, bumming around, making a huge number of friends, never really alone as most of the time you had many to call you, walk you, hang out with. But deep down, somewhere this heart feels lost, empty - desolate. Why do we still move on and seek the company cause all we needed wasnt the fact I got a thousand friends over freindster or the lastest-hip online network friends connection but the fact I had to get the feeling of loniless away just by knowing who I really am and all I should do is keep me company and that will make it all go away, not so easy by the way. It could be the loniliness that peaks and we fear being left alone in this world at present or in the future. We all are, that slient scream in our minds and hearts.

"Because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger."

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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.