--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--
time stands still
Sunday, June 19, 2005
a departure separation by life and death
a short farewell ritual with blessings of a smooth journey to the other world
people come and go familiar strangers and unfamiliar relatives pay their respects
bid the last goodbye gates closed the cold body sent to a fiery end
life, filled with fleeting illusions yet we all struggle to stay alive
time moves so fast while the struggle seems long
but at that point of departure time seems to stand still it seems eternity as all stop still to mourn Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 3:41 PM |
ashes to ashes...
Thursday, June 16, 2005
i stepped home called out her name a routine i so gladly adhered to there was no reply i answered with some embarrassing laughter
the usual seat at the same place the wave of a hand when you say goodbye everyday the trembling touch that frails away as you hold her
a century a long time to live a rough ride in life but she pull it through
now the presence is gone what is left are an urn... with ashes two candles, some joss sticks and a piece of paper with her name inscribed on it
but the memory remains of a woman who held the family together with her strength and a gentle heart and her love for all her off springs
~in memory of my granny, who passed away peacefully in our home on 11th June 2005, 7:17am and ended her long fight with illnesses. Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 9:05 PM |
darkness
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
i open my eyes to darkness and all i can see is nothingness hidden in nothingness
when i stretch forth my arms i don't see my fingers i see black nothing
i open my world to darkness it envelopes and swallows everything into nothingness
little musical notes chain up a melody melody of life
the beat is regular the tune starts with a simple introduction but nothing can be satisfied
underneath the melody lies a subtlely complex undercurrent of sub melodies
as more notes are thrown in distinctively you hear other tunes in the background
building on the melody at some point the tunes threaten to overthrow the melody
and just when the upsurge is about to win a bang a pause and you hear the melody once again while other tunes complement it to form a harmonious chaos of notes
you're a good man wise beyond your years seen the things that you wanted experienced life to the fullest though to some extent you would rather not
you need a rest the soul is weary but you still got to fight on you can't just stop at any place which doesn't justify the journey that had brought you so far
you need a justification the stop must be worthwhile yet it seems like there is no end to it by all means it must take you there
in a court with a net that mirrors myself i serve the ball to the opposite side another side of me
I am not sure where the ball will lead but i know the tougher the match the longer the game
i trick myself make a false move i won but me on the other end cry foul
i challenge myself hit the balls to the limits i run around the courts refuse to play by the rules refuse to submit but to play it the hard way
when the match gets rough i wrestled with myself i try to defeat myself but i never give up
at the end of the game there is no winner or loser just me who has battled through a game of me Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:05 AM |
Renee Chua A flower that refuses to let the cement close in on her... she fights her way through to fight for her rights to sunshine and rain...yet never lose her beauty to the weather...
Likes: Humanity
Jazz, new age, alternative, acid jazz, soft rock music
Watch and read a good play
Direct and act in a few excellent plays
Photography
Designing
A good hearty laugh
Dislikes: Snobs and bitches (same category)
Those who just wanna make life difficult for others
Drivers who can't make up their mind which lane to drive on
The self contradicting systems in my country
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time stands still
Sunday, June 19, 2005
a departure separation by life and death
a short farewell ritual with blessings of a smooth journey to the other world
people come and go familiar strangers and unfamiliar relatives pay their respects
bid the last goodbye gates closed the cold body sent to a fiery end
life, filled with fleeting illusions yet we all struggle to stay alive
time moves so fast while the struggle seems long
but at that point of departure time seems to stand still it seems eternity as all stop still to mourn Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 3:41 PM |
ashes to ashes...
Thursday, June 16, 2005
i stepped home called out her name a routine i so gladly adhered to there was no reply i answered with some embarrassing laughter
the usual seat at the same place the wave of a hand when you say goodbye everyday the trembling touch that frails away as you hold her
a century a long time to live a rough ride in life but she pull it through
now the presence is gone what is left are an urn... with ashes two candles, some joss sticks and a piece of paper with her name inscribed on it
but the memory remains of a woman who held the family together with her strength and a gentle heart and her love for all her off springs
~in memory of my granny, who passed away peacefully in our home on 11th June 2005, 7:17am and ended her long fight with illnesses. Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 9:05 PM |
darkness
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
i open my eyes to darkness and all i can see is nothingness hidden in nothingness
when i stretch forth my arms i don't see my fingers i see black nothing
i open my world to darkness it envelopes and swallows everything into nothingness
vaccum solitude
the slightest disturbance to the silence will dissolve and never to appear Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 2:22 AM |
notes of life
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
little musical notes chain up a melody melody of life
the beat is regular the tune starts with a simple introduction but nothing can be satisfied
underneath the melody lies a subtlely complex undercurrent of sub melodies
as more notes are thrown in distinctively you hear other tunes in the background
building on the melody at some point the tunes threaten to overthrow the melody
and just when the upsurge is about to win a bang a pause and you hear the melody once again while other tunes complement it to form a harmonious chaos of notes
you're a good man wise beyond your years seen the things that you wanted experienced life to the fullest though to some extent you would rather not
you need a rest the soul is weary but you still got to fight on you can't just stop at any place which doesn't justify the journey that had brought you so far
you need a justification the stop must be worthwhile yet it seems like there is no end to it by all means it must take you there
