Saturday, July 29, 2006

I can't even imagine what to make of this.

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Arrogance of Youth

There is a time when everyone felt that they were invincible. A time when they felt that they could do just about anything and nothing can stop them.
Youth is a time when one felt such an awakening deep inside him. Full of life, with fire pumping into the veins. It is a time when He is neither a boy nor a man, and She, no more a girl than she is a woman.
Many consider Youth is a passage of time when a person journeys into adulthood...blah blah blah!
Seriously. No one really did think I'm gonna go all journalistic and actually write an artice about Youth?? I had enough documentaries running through my head everytime I had to write an article. But the thing is...this thought had been running through my mind for awhile. Things like:
  • Teenagers are kids
  • they are kids so why do people expect them to be a grown up
  • teenagers are getting yelled at by parents for acting like a child
  • teenagers are lectured for trying to be smart & act like a grown up
  • yet, if you want to be treated like an adult, act like one
  • expected to make the right choices supervised via parents
  • watch porn, spot tattoos, smoke, drink, sex, fast cars, drugs, cuss & swear; illegally?
  • Teenager arrested for breaking the law and tried as an adult when he reaches 18
  • impregnated teenage girls by still-growing manhood
  • National Service
  • rebel without a cause???

I mean seriously!!!There are more from where that came from but I'm holding back lest I'll exhaust the whole web though that's possible? I think adults blame kids for their own mistakes. It's convenient that way. And Teens, they are right ALL the time...really!

As I look through my old picture of my class, I wondered if I ever acted that way when I was a teenager. I may be wrong in alot of things but I'm also right in many ways. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought to smile the way I did in the picture...

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Devil's Advocate
Who are you carrying all those bricks for? God? Is that it? God?
I'll tell you...let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man... instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do? I swear, for his own amusement...his own private, cosmic....gag reel...He sets the rules in opposition!
It's the goof of all time...
Look, but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, but don't swallow. And while you're jumping from one foot to the next, what is He doing? He's laughing his sick, fucking ass off!
He's a tight ass! He's a sadist! He's an absentee landlord!Worship that? Never!
"Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven," is that it?

Why not?
I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began! I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have! I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him!Why? Because I never rejected him! In spite of all his imperfections! I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist. Maybe, the last humanist...

There is a thought that lingers at the back of my mind in which I will forever wonder, possible.
Pulsing aggravation of what calm vision, discreet in its bleeding of thoughts in a path of neurosis while darting myopia in shades of brown, nestled lubrication in its crown, overflowed.

Subconsciously clutching my center, overbearing this sense of loss in equilibrium.
My balanceoff, jaunted by phantoms of conscience. Yet, I deny nature of the satisfaction meant for those around me to leave me incarcerated. For I am the font of calmness and that is the expression of my physique, projected in empty glass of frosted windows of a supposed soul.
Not to embrace this winter a means to an end. I am borne free and boundless shall I be, almost. With one single thought that lingers, I am bounded still, I am human.

Friday, July 07, 2006


Will you look at this?? I mean who're we kidding here? I'd shoot myself the day they announce that only 10%...oops! sorry...20% of the country's total land area is open for smoking!!!

I was having conversation with a Japanese colleague and he went wide-eyed when I told him that Singapore's authorities implemented this rule recently. "Honto desu ka??!" he exclaimed. "Honto!" I replied. Then we had a good laugh. For a good measure, I had a colleague scan & email me the above letter.
I suppose there's alot of smokers out there griping about this move. I do too. But I guess what frustrates me is not really the ban. The issue appear more than just skin deep for me. It's about the principle!


Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Tell Me Where It Hurts

Many women failed to understand the mechanics of the male emotion, which leads them to miscontrue this somehow complex male behaviour as being insensitive. This is one of the reasons why members of the opposite sex often end up in an arguments and fights. It will take a while before the female intuition kicks in, only to realize that he had behaved as such because he doesn't know how to express his feelings.
Nature had intended that the human male, at some degree, be detached from his emotions. This is, believe it or not, a survival trait encoded deep inside his DNA. This natural circuit breaker gives Man control over himself.
Contrary to popular belief, Men are actually, at times, more emotional than Women. These emotions comes in quantum packets of explosive signals to the brain, heightening the blood pressure, temperature and adrenaline levels of the human body causing them to simmer at dangerous levels until he explodes emotionally. However, a Man's ability to control himself during these situations has become a measurement of his strength.
Yet, over time, he would learn to have better control also means having to share these emotions. Dispersing the pent up energy slowly is a better way to release these emotions.

***yet another deviant blog from me...I guess I'm just avoiding from having to deal with some stuff right now. not being able to express in writing..?? *gasp*

Monday, July 03, 2006

Story of a Fish

There's a story about a fish who lived in a pond with other koi fish somewhere in the mountaineous region of Japan. He was often jeered at by the other fish which refused to allow him to join their school. All the other fish thought he was crazy because of something he said when he was first introduced into the pond by the fish-owner, who was a successful businessman who travelled around the world often.

The new fish was very happy to see others of his kind in the pond that the very second he dived into the pond for the first time, he swam right toward the other fish and introduced himself. This act caused quite a stir in the pond because he had unwitingly frightened the rest of the fish in the pond. But, as time went by, they got curious about him and they soon gathered around to meet this strange new fish.

"Who are you and how did you get here?" asked one of the oldest fish.

The new fish, happy that he was finally going to be acknowledged replied happily to the old fish, "Oh, my name is Tsuru. I was born in a small pond in a place 2 continents away from here and travelled to outer space with my Master!"

"What?? Outer space??!" exclaimed all the fish around him in disbelief. Then thay all broke into laughter.

The old fish looked at the new fish and mockingly said, "O young one! you couldn't possibly travelled into outer space. Everyone knows that you'll die if you go into outer space where there's no water!"

"But I did!" said the new fish desperately. "I saw many things! I saw a box that has even more wonderous things in it. There are people, creatures and strange things that you can see by the wave of my Master's hand!"

"There is no such thing! You are a liar! And we don't welcome liars in our school!" shouted the old fish. With that, they all swam away, leaving the new fish alone.

The new fish lived in the pond for a long time, occasionally telling stories of his tavels into outer space to younger fish who dared to swim near him until a time when he passed on, taking with him the knowledge of Outer Space.

I've mentioned before that from time to time I'd like to republish my past works. I choose to republish this one simply to remind myself. And my words reflect my thoughts.
My mind is in a dark place right now and I fear the malicious palate of my mind may recede only to bare the fangs of constituted animosity should words are imprinted freshly on this page. For now...a reminder is enough, perhaps, to jaunt into a happier tomorrow.

Blind census by aredz

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Fear is the element that will consume
Right off your bed & straight into your tomb
Fear is that something you don't comprehend
Or fail to? Or refuse?
That when you did, you made no amends

O ye who believes; It will consume.

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Blind is what you choose
Over millions of visions of truth
Blind are the visionary
Whose fear shaped children's life-wrenching noose

O ye who believes; It will be their tomb

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Pride you fear to lose as vanity prevails
Bring your hand down to clamp mouths of those who wailed
Deafening the silence that grows louder each day
Deaf to deaths as your parable, you give away

O ye who believes; the deafening silence of those slain

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Do you not know what you had done?
Do you not see the tears scarred face in the light of the blinding sun?
Do you not hear the heart wrenching cries of fathers in the arms of their dying sons?
The blood that weeps in the womb of their daughters?
The tears that bleeds for a fallen mother?

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O ye who believes; Let us pray...