its like this

Anyone can offer to to be a companion when the tides are in your harbor,
but only a true friend will stay when a storm rages.

You can offer your love to anyone who comes your way,
but only the person who loves you will love your pimples, farts and snores.

rainy day

Raindrops dying on the pavement,
dreams of another heaven

an acidic future

An Acidic Future

I am saddened to reside in a country where we parade ourselves globally as a renaissance city of vibrant excesses and yet unabashedly undermine its very essence by subduing all manners of ill-percieved dissension within the citizenry. Our country is a gorgeous city of verdant finery; a haven amongst havens where waters run clean and the city sleeps in relative peace, and yet the government seems fearful of any iota of political individuality budding amongst its quiet people and seeks to root them out at the quickest convenience. What can be so wrong with the proliferation of new ideas and differing opinions? Is the government so fundamentally flawed that it cannot stand against the tides of would-be criticisms?

Having been born into an era where freedom of speech is relegated/confined to an idyllic corner in an out-of-the-way park where stray cats fornicate, most singaporeans learn by the age of 16 that the best policy by which to govern a safe and tepid life is to entertain no policies at all. Indeed, the bovine populace understands the methodology, both inconspicuously and unconsciously - oft discarding ideologies of a different, if not better singapore for an easier path of apathatic disengagement. It is a much simpler task to keep silent and remain inconspicuous amongst millions of other voiceless drones, than to place yourself in the limelight and risk the attention of dangerous people. It is an indoctrination of the highest degree, a subliminal framework by which the ordinary citizen strives to remain within; content as they are with the landscape of their horizon.

A blog is a personal space by which we extend ourselves into the cybernetic realm, where national barriers are broken and inculcated facades dissolved. It is a medium through which we redefine ourselves, and consequently the world around us. It is an unassailable freedom: to speak our minds and think our thoughts, and should be kept so long as liberty is valued and upheld by a democracy-loving governing body.

Thus, it becomes intrinsically paradoxic to the mind, that an institute of state would threaten to exact legal actions against a citizen for publishing thoughts and statements born from a critical angle, made with regards to the machinations of an institution that has now proven itself less than admirable. If indeed the comments were blatantly or suggestively offensive to the institution in mention, then perhaps it would be prudent to conduct a debate of sorts where the oft-cited "defammatory remarks" are rebutted in a gentlemenly and gracious manner. At the very least, it would have been respectable and difficult to fault.

It seems to me however, that if one cannot hope to win by deconstructing your opponent's mantle through the auspices of one's abilities, then one can only prevail through the muscles of judiciary bullying and honestly, nobody respects a bully.

Or at least, I don't.

as all things must

My Granny

everyday is a gift

I fear losing her, every single day. When I look upon her smiling face, all wizened and wrinkled now with valleys of time and toil, she reminds myself of how noble love can be and really is. The aura of altruistic maternity glows from every instance of her angelic smile, like a newborn babe resurrected once more in her sunset years. I hate myself for not being able to give her more than the meagre love I could spare from the desert of my heart, but I know truly, that there is no other whom I'd deign to protect with the very fabric of my soul and love without a shred of want.

gateways to the heart

On Euthanasia and protecting the Right To Die

I cannot believe that they are still fighting over the drawn-out fate of Ms Terri Schiavo; the pitiful lady who was left in a tragic vegetative state after her heart stopped more than 10 years ago. From the look of things, this one lady has evolved from that of a mere medical oddity to that of a symbolic polarization between schools of thoughts and policies. People are invoking her name as a manifestation of their self-deluded righteousness, elevating their morality by climbing on the potency of her name and utilizing her fate as a tool to be brandished against proponents of opposing faiths.

If you look at this from another point of view; her parents' vehement objections to the removal of her feeding tube (thus ending her life..doh) is an act of intense and undiluted selfishness. They know of her condition, they are aware of the impossibility of rehabilitation or rebirth, but they hold on to the lingering hope that their daughter might rise from the ashes of their prayers like a phoenix and back into their life to mend the hurts and longings. Well. Fuck you two old bastards. For fear of facing their own pain, for a false hope of fulfilling their personal desires, for wishing for a miracle to descend upon them like a shroud of god's grace and invisible intent, for being acutely blind to the pain and indignity their flesh and blood is going through, for being wilful just to ensure other's beliefs will not supersede theirs, I say fuck you.

Her husband's motive is by and large, out of the whole picture. It doesn't matter if hes doing it to get out of a deadlocked marriage, it doesn't matter if hes doing it just to get a kick out of having power over someone's life. (fictional assumptions yah) The only thing that truly matters is that he is exercising his wife's pre-vegetative wishes, and standing steadfast against the onslaught of the will of a world that claims and parades itself to be pro-human.

The thing is; with all degrees of separation, you will undoubtedly feel hurt, pain, anguish, sorrow, devastation and all that in between. We are only humans; puny, breakable ones at that. A loved one's passing is not to be mocked nor lessened by circumstance, and one can empathise with the heart wrenching sorrow the elderly couple must be going through. But enough is enough. There is a time to persist, and a time to let go; the greater love is right there, knocking by the locked gates to their shrivelled hearts but they would not listen to reason. They must have their way, they will not have their sovereignty over their daughter's destiny usurped by the greater love, they cannot find in themselves, the courage to accept the pain and release their loved one from the bondage and shackles of a living purgatory.

The president oh-so-magnanimously cuts short his idyllic ranch vacation to return to congress to pass a bill to "protect her right to live." Now isn't that some spiffy publicity; the king of the world takes some precious holidaying time off to attend to the rights of his mortal peons, making sure that the half-life of the most publicised one is furnished, whilst sending nameless ones off to die.

Well fuck them all bitches who proclaims that life is to be treasured and honoured; god damn hypocrites advocate the reverence of life whilst being dirt blind to the duality of death. You know nothing of life till you have some respect for death. Or come to think of it, choice too.Fuck that. There is no use in just protecting the right to live, we must protect the right to die as well.

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