tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63674646902180426392024-03-13T12:34:28.601-07:00Conversations with myselfsingatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288353450807440155noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-38006983102114556202022-10-05T05:26:00.001-07:002022-10-05T05:26:35.180-07:00More Human than Human<p> Last week, after my English oral exams, my parents brought me to a <a href="https://www.sentosa.com.sg/">staycation</a>. In the car, I was vibrating with excitement. When we reached there, I immediately noticed there was a tray full of candies. I took some to bring to the room. That night, we went to a beach-side restaurant. I had so much fun there.</p><p>The next day, my parents brought me to <a href="https://www.rwsentosa.com/en/attractions/universal-studios-singapore">Universal Studios</a>. The moment we reached there I ran to the HUMAN, a thrilling ride. After that, we went to the Mummy. It was very scary. When we got back to the room, I watched a bit of TV and showered. Before I knew it, it was time to go.</p><p>I wish I can go again and have the same amount of fun.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-68167543419636844632022-09-02T19:14:00.001-07:002022-09-02T19:14:25.536-07:00Radioactive<p>When it was offered to him, he knew it would cause pain and suffering. But he convinced himself that there was benefit to others, that the burden would yield some benefits. That it would at least make him stronger.</p><p>After a year, it weighs so heavy around his neck that he can not look up. It is everywhere he turns. He has breathed in the chemicals for far too long. He is just a wraith; in some sense worse than one in bondage, for even a slave, whether he has any hope left or not, is aware of his position in space and time.</p><p>But now he is waking up. It is that very glimmer of hope that does it. It is obvious that he does not have to suffer. With a huge effort, he takes it off and tosses it to the ground, with nary a look back.</p><p></p><p>Staying alive, is not the same as living. Let the fire rise once more.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-87019814728941825442019-06-10T22:30:00.000-07:002019-06-10T22:30:02.958-07:00Last Night On EarthShe watches the workers dismantle the cupboards and wheel them out the door. She starts putting away her family portraits; there will be no place or time for these at the new premises. She shuts down her laptop and packs it away. She sips her coffee once, twice and looks out the window at the carpark where they usually wait for her. The only ones there are a lady and her toddler.<br />
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She is ready to leave. Her phone rings. She answers "Hello".<br />
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"We are here". No you aren't.<br />
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"Ok, I'm coming down now." No she isn't.<br />
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As they get into the car she looks up and sees a crane taking the company name down. When she first joined she was single. She hugs her son and remembers the journey so far. What's next?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-36820390572846323372017-07-30T18:59:00.002-07:002017-07-30T18:59:32.946-07:00All I Want Is YouYou make life a thrill that I have not experienced elsewhere. I worry that it might end at any moment though. That the objection of others might lead to an end of days. That makes the thrill so much more intense.<br />
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Where will we go from here? I wish we could be the only two people left in the world. I would feel such bliss. I would entertain you tirelessly.<br />
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You have opened me up to so many new feelings. The excitement of your company is something I could live on. Although I do things that make you cry, you must know it is not my intention. I aim only to please you.<br />
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You are my muse, my eternal high.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-33916559823243997272017-06-26T13:10:00.001-07:002017-06-26T13:10:36.511-07:00Babyface<p dir="ltr">He is on the train from Kyoto to Osaka. It is a 'bullet' train. He closes his eyes and sings the song to himself. He knows it looks crazy, but he cannot help it. It seems appropriate. Their songs were as far sighted and wise then as they are passe now.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Periodically another super express whizzes by in the opposite direction, blocking the view of apartments in front of mountains momentarily. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The journey will end soon. The journey will resume soon.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-33385134410583630312017-05-14T19:31:00.000-07:002017-05-14T19:31:00.619-07:00That's AmoreIt reminds him of those Saturday afternoons when he used to watch the Serie A highlights. It would begin with snippets of goals scored by Gullit, van Basten, Vialli, Manicini, Baresi, Signori, Rijkaard, Fonseca and others. There was a superb theme song that set just the right tone for settling in and watching clever football played in huge cauldron-like stadiums. Then the song would end, and the camera would pan out to show the line-ups for the featured match.<br />
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It seemed like Italian football was always played in the sun. Just brilliant.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-24238429613167977972017-04-30T07:31:00.000-07:002017-04-30T07:31:04.735-07:00One Night in BangkokIt is just a short trip up and back. He reaches there at night on a Thursday, and is scheduled to fly back on the Saturday morning. In those two nights, the level of debauchery is unbelievable. He flies back in a state of shock at his own misbehaviour. It was meant to be a start of a new chapter, but he has backslid once more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-49428926481106498072017-03-24T00:21:00.000-07:002017-03-24T00:21:05.202-07:00Fight TestIt is a crowded lobby. Parents are rushing to drop their kids off, and kids are doing all they can to delay going to school. It happens in an instant - he feels a child brush against him just as he whirls around. The next moment the boy is on his (diaper-protected) bum on the floor, and starting to wail. <div>
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The father rushes to the boy's side and picks him up. Heaven forbid his son should fall down. He is gesticulating, swearing and comforting all at once. "You do know this place is full of children, right?". He mutters swear word after swear word. The lady at the front desk is watching the events unfold. He sees her and demands for CCTV playback, "Kick his boy out! We have no place for ignorant bullies here!".</div>
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The target of his ire thinks it is better not to fight. He asks if the boy is alright. His own boy watches on, bemused by the drama. Who does <i>he</i> think won this game? Who does he want to be?</div>
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Months later, the fiery nut tries to initiate polite conversation. The oppressed one nods but remains silent, forgiving but not forgetting.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-80472185295538268672017-02-05T21:53:00.000-08:002017-02-05T21:53:01.353-08:00Dog Days Are OverHave you ever wished for someone you love to die, and to die quickly? I wish you never have to.<br />
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He is dreaming of walking, running, barking, playing. His breathing is steady. I see a smile twitch onto his face. In reality, he is just a shell, shivering at noon. <br />
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Rest in peace Tiger. I pray you are in a green field of happiness.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-46697099357773087982017-01-25T17:49:00.000-08:002017-01-25T17:49:40.306-08:00Do You Realize??Play this song at my funeral.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-38816099657329970632016-12-19T18:57:00.000-08:002016-12-19T18:57:44.971-08:00I Can't ForgetStatistics, it's all bull****<br />
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Did you know you can prove anything using statistics?<br />
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Statistics has never solved anything for me in my entire life.<br />
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Are you sure there is money in that?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-71516418508117993312016-11-15T19:55:00.001-08:002016-11-15T19:55:09.549-08:00Poor PlacesI moved here 10 years ago. All I have now is Jesus Christ.<br />
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Keep the bricks there, they prevent the bugs from crawling up my bed post.<br />
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Close the window. The wind tends to blow the rain in at this time, and I cannot stand up to close it myself.<br />
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This pail goes here, that one goes there.<br />
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I don't like the food they bring - it's very fishy.<br />
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I have to lie down every so often.<br />
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You mean the gate is finished?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-57944557309680402062016-10-31T18:00:00.000-07:002016-10-31T18:00:12.942-07:00Yoshimi Battles The Pink RobotsCharles remains quiet as they fuss around him. The children squeal with delight as they pet him. One of them pulls his tail accidentally, but he does not react. He listens to his partner discuss the weather.<br />
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Charles remains quiet as the fire rages. His partner is nervous but alert, looking out if someone is trying to break through the barricade. Behind them, a movement unnoticed by his partner. Charles' hackles raise. A blur of fur and then a piercing scream. The rebel drops the Molotov cocktail. His forearm is bleeding. Charles is growling, the man's forearm between his jaws.<br />
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It just doesn't work that way. You have to ask nicely, and give them a chance to say no.<br />
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Who exactly are you asking, by the way?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-90395646888394261522016-08-28T19:35:00.000-07:002016-08-28T19:35:58.825-07:00Who Am I (What's My Name)?The little boy asks him what his name is. In between piercing the bait with the hook, he answers, "My name is Johnny.". He does not speak extra slow, does not look up and does not even wait for a reply. He treats the little boy like an adult, which to me is evidence that he has children of his own. The boy scoots off, having lost all interest by now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-73383096352612111602016-07-14T20:32:00.000-07:002016-07-14T20:32:48.752-07:00Smack My Bitch Up99.9% of the time, he is trying to get him to control his crying. This time, he is trying to make him cry harder than ever, and to remember it. He puts on a mask and yells at the boy. The boy starts off wailing, but then starts to whimper, terrified. He cannot understand why this man, who allows himself to be manipulated in so many other situations, is suddenly so frightening.<br />
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The father walks away to let her comfort him. He feels a great deal of guilt. Was it too much? Was he in control? He has several drinks to drown out the moment, to forget the pleading look on his son's face. He convinces himself that since his father did it to him, it is the right thing to do.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-17330282722214748892016-06-27T22:25:00.001-07:002016-06-27T22:25:14.001-07:00Time Is Running OutThis is quite literally true. We never know <i>when </i>we might fall ill, only that we will. One day we realize that time has passed us by; that we won't be able to get around to losing those pounds we said we would, that the problem we wanted to solve has gotten away from us. There is no one to blame if that happens. However, we <i>are </i>to blame, and only we, if we do not try our best to achieve all we want to.<br />
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Do what you can now. We will get the rest we need and deserve later. That is the one thing we do not need to, and cannot, plan for.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-51351153806843624222016-05-16T17:58:00.001-07:002016-05-16T17:58:04.847-07:00SissyneckHe has the strength, the ability and the knowledge. It is just that he is unable to look down from up there. He can operate an excavator with his eyes closed, just by listening to his partner's calls. He can set up a demolition as safe as it should be. He can mix cement to any consistency you need, but up there where the air is thin.. His legs turn to jelly; his heart beats fast and his mouth becomes dry.<br />
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He loves his job though. He loves seeing the apartments slowly take shape, and he feels satisfied when he sees the new families moving in, smiling and excited. He takes no notice of how they only either ignore him, or look like he creeps them out.<br />
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He wonders what his mates think of him. Do they think he is not carrying his own weight? Do they have a nickname for him? He knows he is doing his best, but he also knows that the rest cover for him. He compensates by buying drinks and doing favours on the weekends.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-83362897366715000852016-04-11T22:57:00.000-07:002016-04-11T22:57:43.340-07:00SpectreHe glides with a swagger unmatched and talks with a poise that can never be ruffled. When he walks past, you hear your favourite song.<br />
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He always knows what he wants to do, and knows a million ways to do it. He has never panicked, because, honestly, it wouldn't help? He wears a pin-striped suit like only he can. He is the most handsome man in the world.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-76585234679481603492016-03-02T05:01:00.000-08:002016-03-02T05:01:27.556-08:00High By The Beach10 ml Codeine<br />
2 tabs 500mg Paracetamol<br />
1 finger Kilbeggan<br />
1 tsp honey<br />
400 ml water<br />
1 Plantronics headset<br />
1 Moto G<br />
20 min playlist<br />
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Walk/Jog along the water. Watch the people fishing and walking their dogs or kids.<br />
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Reach the railings and pose.<br />
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Stagger back home and watch Netflix.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-43316724152823445742016-01-31T23:39:00.000-08:002016-02-03T16:34:30.140-08:00Girl With One EyeShe stands so close that he knows how warm her breath is. He points to someone sleeping at the end of the coach and says, "Look at that guy. Can't he sense that there is a pregnant woman who needs a seat?"<br />
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They discuss the latest Star Wars movie. He had watched it in 3-D and cannot stop obsessing about how the glasses did not fit his face. They both agreed that the movie was not outstanding, though.<br />
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This is her. She picks up her umbrella that was leaning on the door. This reveals a speck of dirt on the door, which causes her to momentarily freeze. When the doors open, she catches her breath, looks up, and saunters out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-87620841840406208752016-01-06T05:11:00.000-08:002016-01-06T05:12:02.948-08:00November Has ComeYes, it's true. You know November has come when it's gone away.<br />
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<i>Is this what it has come to?</i></div>
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What do you mean?<br />
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<i>Quoting lyrics verbatim.</i></div>
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I thought you meant coming up with the title before the content.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-42817615543551928472015-12-03T16:55:00.001-08:002015-12-03T16:55:32.930-08:00BombtrackThe silence is interrupted by an irregular whistle boom, whistle boom rhythm. The darkness is swept away by the cackling, dancing flames, surrounded by dust and smoke instead of confetti and dry ice. He cowers underneath the sink, each time vainly hoping that this whistle is the last one, for tonight.<br />
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He wants it to be one way, but it's the other way.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-567640575264066532015-11-18T23:36:00.000-08:002015-11-18T23:36:10.576-08:00Wake Up<b>Phase 1:</b> They begin by creating fake personas on facebook and twitter. Following famous people, they learn about the non-famous people who follow them. Using meticulously tailored posts that reflect common interests, beliefs and hatred, they garner the trust of these sycophants.<br />
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<b>Phase 2:</b> Gradually, every one of these "friends" is invited to install an app that intrigues them, and them only. For some it is a new game. For others it is a dating service that hooks them. For yet others it is a news aggregator - Oh the joy of reading yet another top 10 list. How amazing that there is a journalist with a similar opinion to mine, and that that opinion is now permanently published on the web. My opinion is now a fact. Each individual is exposed to a world of merchandise, movies and celebrities that gives the illusion that it is normal to be so obsessed.<br />
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<b>Phase 3: </b>Through this app, the compromised are invited to a convention. At the convention, a combination of chemicals in the air makes them dehydrated and thirsty. Luckily there is a water stand with free drinks. However, swimming in each cup of water is a microscopic device that will swim up to the brain and fire synapses to control what the individual is thinking or doing. The device wirelessly charges whenever the host operates a cell-phone. The first version of the device would charge when the host made a phone call, but this was modified upon remembering that no one uses a phone to make phone calls anymore.<br />
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Everyone is now compromised, except for those who had sworn off the internet - those crazy few who choose to live with less information.<br />
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<b>Phase 4: </b>The machines are fully in charge now. The drones work harder to create more electricity and to create more drones for their masters. Eventually the drones will be used in a real-life version of World of Warcraft, to fight with drones from other planets ruled by other machines. The machines have successfully transplanted their reality into ours.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367464690218042639.post-40064862203835840832015-10-23T00:00:00.001-07:002015-10-23T00:00:08.724-07:00Walk With MeI lost some people I was travelling with, but I don't miss any of them.<br />
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One of them was an old bat who could never remember my name.<br />
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There was the old couple who did not dare to tell even each other what they wanted. They would go out of their way to let the other get what he/she wanted. It was annoying, silly and illogical. I lost them at the river, where they could not decide on who should drink the water first, allowing El Chupacabra to creep quietly up on them.<br />
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Another was a girl who was so afraid of what people thought of her. She seemed happiest when she was feted, and so she worked hard on impressing everyone. She learned a great deal because of this; but just ask her what she remembers now.<br />
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I don't remember the rest who fell by the wayside. But I urge you to walk with me now, here.<br />
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