“It’s not easy… to be… me...” Five For Fighting

"cos im worried about bad karma..seeing how lightly i used to take my relationships"

I was clicking away on the annals of cyberspace when I stumbled upon a very interesting line. Yeap... Refering to the above mentioned line.

Yah… Yah… I know… stop already… move on…

It’s just one of those things, where you cant do anything about it.
Like a “one-handed-man” hanging on a cliff… and his crotch starts to itch.

Well, I guess I have to be more refined here…
I’m now between the devil and the deep blue sea.

I don’t really what to expect...
Big guy… Big dreams… Yes… Perhaps… Maybe…

“It’s not easy… to be… me...” Five For Fighting

it's 4:47am.

and i've finally completed it.

been meaning to draw this sometime back...

thou its concept is...

but this sketch is not exactly an ambigram...

thanks for the touch up, rach

"Would you lie with me and just forget the world" - Snow Patrol

The foundations have been laid. Kingdom of Will is right on track.
I am driven to lay siege to the fortress known as Ed and banish this word of the treacherous, guile form this vile creature has taken.

In the northern land of Aplusa, Sir John Westwood knighted thee as The Paladin of Will. Thus, it is written in the stars that the fiend, thus foul, will fall at thy feet. And the beginning of an epic battle, I have embarked on.

"Would you lie with me and just forget the world" - Snow Patrol

It’s lonely at the top. Learn to live with it.
Knowledge in the corporate world is of the abundance. The terms and lingo can be studied and tested in the plush confines of a lecture hall. However, the application is beyond simplicity. Human interaction is multifaceted.

It’s all about the image you portray, that “look” in your eyes and the tone in your voice. The words, as you speak, will induce a hypnotic suggestion embedded into the mind of your prey.

It’s been some time since I last posted something on my blog. During this period of time, I have been plotting my next move in this living chess game. Biding my time and just waiting to pounce. I believe that there’s nothing wrong to do well for ourselves. But for me, it’s different. I have set a person as my target and many have proclaimed that I’m harboring the wrong mindset.

My 3 year plan is to establish myself financially, hoping to get a foothold of any economic stability in anyway possible and then I’ll be able to step into his realm and take him on.

All bets are off on a clean slate.
My path will be clear in December.

-war cry

"Please be mine.. Share my life.. Stay with me.. Be my wife.." - David Bowie

A dull, cumbersome mood was in the air as yet another day at work beckons. While the cat’s away, the mice will certainly play. Bah! Yeah rite… My cat’s away, and I still don’t get to play. Moreover, “playing”, would not be of much fun these days.

An assortment of reactions from comments on the subject of “Love / Lust” caught me by surprise. I guess I’m losing the ability to paint a clear picture with terms and expressions. And now... The public thinks I’m one of them.

Apart from Wei, I guess no one really knows what I’m looking for. I suppose that the time is right to reveal my feelings and to unveil my worded masterpiece.

"Please be mine... Share my life... Stay with me... Be my wife..." - David Bowie

Blowing away a candle to commemorate my birth. Every year, on this very day, I would make one wish – happiness.

“Happiness”, like everything else, is perception. But, what is happiness to me? What makes the world revolve every moment? What makes the stars glimmer amid the darkened sky? What makes your tears stop for a little while, and then make you convey another smile?

Read my blog from the beginning. Arrange all the posts into a comprehensible, little brochure. And this time, understand the flow of which I paint my judgments and sentiments.

I don’t condone anything that’s practiced in this very day and age. Clubbing, swinging and all the vice, they’re just that. Nothing more. Nothing less. And why’ve I condemned “Love”, you might ask?

Frankly, I don’t give a damn.

I’m not looking for love.
I’m not looking for lust.
I’m looking for a woman.

Whose hand fits perfectly into mine
Who’ll smile even when I’m without a nickel or a dime

She’ll share my triumphs and depressions,
She’ll be present through all trials and tribulations.

We’ll spend twilight till our last breath
We’ll recreate our love even in death

She’ll be my world
She’ll be my life

I’m looking not for a woman
I’m looking for my wife.

"I can see the pain in you.. I can see the love in you.. but fighting all the demons will take time" - Dishwalla

Why did God give me a penis and a brain?
The hormones of a man do not compliment the wavelength of an over analytical mind. The world revolves solely around superficiality. Fame and fortune are farces.

Note one common pattern through the aging of the millennium. Modern day poets no longer pen lyrics that declare undying love, songs about heart aches and breaks are hugely mass produced. They accommodate the perception of today. They make only one statement – Love no longer exists.

I always said, and you can quote, “Love is a hybrid of emotions and a network of deeds.” However, all’s lost. It used to be the men grasping the reigns to the way of the heart, now; the Queen of Hearts is the highest card.

Bishan Park on a Friday night was exceptionally unruffled. Tranquility overwhelmed me. The usually hotspot for lovers was no longer. I did a simple test and forwarded a sms to a few women from different backgrounds, asking how they would spend their Friday. The response was unanimous- Clubbing.

These women included ones who’re single and also attached, engaged and married. Surprisingly (or perhaps not), they weren’t with their partners. I carried on walking into the serene night, as the only sounds were emitted from the occasional passing vehicle. In the stillness of nighttime, one odd rumbling of the engine was heard from a vaguely familiar car.

I edged closer as I recognized that it was the same, run-down, car from a few days back. I was walking home at the exact same time and taking the exact same route. I did not, could not, forget that car.

Two people were getting it hot and heavy in the car. Today, it was a different girl. I didn’t peep. Well, I didn’t have to. The windows weren’t fogged up enough and the most obvious reason: the second girl was more developed then the previous one.

Look around you. Ask around you. How many Asian women have non-Asian boyfriends/lovers? Would you believe that all Asian men make lousy lovers? And this drove Asian women to non-Asian men? At this very juncture, you might be wondering why? What is lacking in Asians that non-Asians have? It’s straightforward. No two ways about it.

“I’m saying this for all men, not just myself. When a guy sees a hot woman on the streets, the first thought that will come to their mind would be, ‘I want to sleep with her.’”
– Anonymous

This statement was heard off a radio during my stroll home. It really got me wondering about life, love and lust. I believe that love is neither a hybrid of emotions nor a network of deeds anymore. People are confused between love and lust. That very same confusion has led to belief. Belief forms reality. Reality is what you believe it to be.

Now…
Love is simply lust.
Love is fuck.