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Caterpillar days past. Butterfly dreams. Emerging from the chrysalis.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Simple Envy


How I envy you
And all that you don't have
The plain austere
From your exterior
To the interiors of your mind

Your spartan dwellings beam a beauty
My home tries expensively to create
The simpleness of your thoughts
Give more meaning
Than the fire of my ambition

We enjoy the pleasures
Of sun, sea and sky
You step into them from your backyard
While I jet there from the city

The fruits of your toil nourish
While the greed of my corruption destroys

Your eyes escalate at my station
But I yearn to have your eyes
Unlike mine hostage to rimmed glass
You are free from myopia

The same disease that distorts the eye
Hurts my vision
Which makes me different from you

Monday, December 11, 2006

Getting over Mountains

Sometimes, as tall and daunting as the mountains are ahead of you, you stop using your ropes to climb over it. With a tired and halting breath, you start searching for tunnels and shortcuts that might take you over to your destination. At times, in the absense of options that will expedite your journey, you start creating your own. You need to find the gunpowder and an engineer that will help you blow up the rocks to create a passage way. It might be narrow, but through this you will get to the light at the end of the other side. Sounds ingenious doesn't it?

Hold on yet again.

What if you can't locate an engineer because you simply don't have the time or buy gunpowder because its illegal? Faced with the impasse, you have only 2 options- to retreat or continue your journey with the ropes you have.

Should you retreat, all your past labors will amount to nothing. Should you continue, you run the risk of falling and getting hurt, as well as the drain on energy and resources that you continue to acrrue with every step.

But remember that you are not the first who has done this. Many other brave men and women have surmounted the challenges that you have. If they have done it and made it over by telling themselves not to give up on their ropes, why should you either. It might help that you could check to see the tightness of your ropes, the precision of your footsteps and strategy of your advance. They could be faulty, and if so, make the necessary reactifications. Call the engineer not when you are tired, but only after you have really broke the rope, and hurt your ankle.

Its not just the mountain that your need to get over. There will be more ahead of it.

when you wished otherwise

when tears stream down
at the hardships you face
thoughts of laughter
flash back in your memories

when the paucity of acquisition
furnishes your space
wants of plenty
circulate in your fantasy

when the lack of control
takes over your days
the grasp of certainties ahead
occupy your brain

when idle ambition
floats your focus
the action plan of those
tussle at your mental strength

when realities of grey skies
run your life
dreams of sunny days
exist only in your mind

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Crush

I am now dropping all elements of blogging style for this piece. Whatever pretension and
so-called intellectualism can fly out of the window for 2 mins.

My female finance Professor is so smart and hot, coupled with an aura of power and
decisiveness, I think I already have a crush on her.

I do not care that I am female too.

Nuff said.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

All I want for Christmas

My pensiveness has gotten my attention and it could be either a good or bad thing depending on
how one looks at it.

So its finally December! and the end of the year already! 2006 will be another year of memories- mostly bad, and of tremendous learning. Christmas will soon come around and
yet another time of sharing, celebrating, etc, etc. I don't think I would want anything for
Christmas at all. I have gotten every single material acqusition I wanted my whole life.
And though I always hope for certain people to enter my life, my true wants for Christmas
are all within me. I just want for certain things to happen with my own seeds of effort.

My Life

I am always constantly amazed by what I see and experience. From the ugly to the pretty, the cruel to the kindred and from poverty to luxury, I get to breathe, see, taste and touch more than the average person in most circumstances and stages of life that I am in. I feel my life has been blessed, and I am very thankful for my good fortunes.

Take this week for example, I was invited to the house of the University President in San Marino, California. I would say that it was probably the most beautiful and maybe the largest house I ever set foot on. The interiors were decorated with posh East Coast style, the gardens were lush and green with two little playhouses and a tennis court. Most of all the place was serviced by an army of servants including a butler and a housekeeper. I remember thinking as I walked through the garden that I really needed to have a house like this in future with my future husband.

Or like this evening where the student government were treated to dinner at Asia De Cuba, an elegant fusion restaurant on Sunset Strip in Hollywood. The view near the top of the hills was breathtaking, especially with the large windows. I don't think anyone could have disagreed. As I walked back to the car, I again reminded myself of how lucky I was.

More importantly, I have come to re-affirm a certain philosophy. That should I want to experience things like these, I will need to work hard and ever harder than ever before, while keeping my goals in mind. That I would need also to execute whatever means neccessary to fufill that, be it my weaknesses or shortcomings. The world is too full of educated/talented smart/wealthy people who either cannot make the right choices or take persistence in effort and hard work. And the gems that they were endowed with all count for nothing in the end.

I don't ever want to be like them. Instead, my days shall be lived everyday as if it was my last. That I will take pride in all my doings, reflect upon them when I am old, and have no regrets about what else I could have done.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Conversational

She walks into her room and suddenly I recognise her. Blonde with a strawberry hue, and heavily rimmed black eyes dressed her on the outside. With an unassuming presence she sits herself down beside me. I had never really talked to her other than our karaoke sessions a couple of times in her dorm room. I remembered them to reek of sacharine plasticity and stale vitality, just like her personality. Now stuck outside the shrink's office, I am forced to make yet another round of plastic conversation.

"How are you" says she.

"Not too well" I replied.

"I miss the karaoke sessions we had together" she replied

"Me too", and I knew I told a lie.

Friday, December 01, 2006

2001

Sometimes I wished it were 2001 again. Everything was right.
If I could only go back to that time......