"Heaven will never be the same..." - Jamie Foxx

Water… Vapor… Rain… Water…
This eternal cycle mirrors life itself.

I have developed a habit of pouring every ounce of my essence into my writings and posts. In spite of this, every time another person reads my blog, he or she would not be able to interpret what I’m expressing. Perhaps, just perhaps, I’d have to re-structure my words and sentences in another way.

But if I do… Heaven will never be the same…

I have been working towards the objective of wealth ever since day one. And I believed that with sound financial stability, I am able to rid half my problems. Boy, was I half wrong…

How would a person feel, I wonder,
To be living in midlife
And having all the money in the world,
Yet experience solidarity?

All wit and charm has aged along with the receding hairline.
Weekends would be filled with football, booze and a dog, named Boo.
Waking up alone to the midday sun, feeling the aftermath of a dozen cans of beer.

All friends and acquaintances will have their own life,
and loving every moment of it.
Finding time to hang out with them would be as good as none.

Sex would be fascinating, having it as many times as you want (can)
Humping your fist at anytime of the day.
Committing adultery is as easy as switching hands.

“By being a ‘whole’ person one has to possess ‘self love’ and ‘self worth’” – Princess B
“To be successful… You have to, first, be ‘impotent’” – Ah Bee

Happy Birthday to me...

“It's more than just words… it's just tears and rain” – James Blunt

Twenty-nine days of absence might be sufficient for me to clear my thoughts about everything. The turn of the lunar New Year seemingly flew by like the shooting star across the Arabian night sky. Completely baffled by circumstances beyond my dictatorship, I tried to out run life itself.

I tried to wonder (again), “why blog?”

While pondering over this query, I douched my ears with the “chipmonk-ish” voice of a certain James Blunt. The lyrics of “Tears and Rain” seemed to have hypnotically entranced my mind, putting me in a state of somnolence. My mind was at ease, and every breath inhaled was saccharine and chaste.

I need time off to take my mind away from the entire calamity that I’m living through. Essential qualities and moralities in life are missing. Every one is seemingly willing to forfeit that only flicker of hope, opting to lie motionless in the presence of a vulture waiting to pounce on its prey.

Reflections of the future revealed themselves before me, one image at a time.

I browsed several blogs, most of them (more often than not), takes digs at humanity. These blogs are quite popular with the local folks here in Singapore.

The popularity of some bloggers have propelled them to celebrity status, even nabbing a few endorsement and hosting deals in the process. I guess this sorta brings blogging to an entire new level.

In the space of 2 hours, I experienced two tremors. No I wasn’t in Japan. I was sitting in my office, right smack in the northern region of Woodlands, Singapore. I knew at that point of time, there was an occurrence on the other side of the world and I didn’t seem to care much about it.

Go Figure