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Unperceived Complexity

Sunday, 15 July, 2007

How could you let me leave
with my little foot hanging out
Knowing that one day I’ll grow up
to stare at this symmetrical perfection

How could you let me
pursue my curiousity
knowing that there would be
this vicious cycle
that robs me of myself

No, you didn’t know
How could you know?
My mind is my own and noone else’s

Yet I still lament about
that innocence
that peace
Those little treasures I could not recognise

I wish I knew that day
That things
could be different

Did you know
that you gave too much space for me?
I knew
from the way you look at me

You let me be myself too much
Consoling my guilt with your touch

But now you are no more
And I’m alone with my guilt

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Sand Castle

Thursday, 21 June, 2007

I’m tired of

building sand castles on this beach

I’m tired of

being fascinated with building grandeur on a whim

I’m tired of

paying attention to every stroke on this castle

I’m tired of

brushing off thoughts that the castle will not be there tomorrow

while I admire

the perfection

that is too pristine to be true

I’m tired of

denying that the high tide would come

I’m tired of

forcing myself to believe

that the castle is not made of sand

I’m tired of

having to face that my beautiful castle

will give in to the water

I’m tired of

watching it being flattenned to the ground

as I cry

for now there is a void in me

where the castle once stood so majestically.

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Danger Ahead

Wednesday, 7 February, 2007

Assumptions
become facts in your mind
and it shocks you
when the opposite occurs

and you wonder
how did you become so silly?

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Mandy’s Honesty

Tuesday, 23 January, 2007

Criticism.

Just the sound of that word makes me cringe.
Even though we receive it so often in our lives, we still find it hard to accept it sometimes. We love to paint pretty pictures of ourselves so much that we end up opposing to factors that forces us out of our comfort zone. When I was 15, I was very active in Girl Guides. I was very passionate of the movement and proud of everything I did for it. One of our projects that year was to design n our own t-shirt. I showed my good friend, Mandy, a prospective design. And she said, “The colour combination is all wrong. Yellow and grey? It’s so dull. What’s that right there? An emblem? I thought it was a dead mosquito! Who designed this anyway? I think my three year old nephew, who can barely draw, can do so much better.” “Uhm… I did, I designed it.”
“Oh you did? Well it’s nice, it’s nice, I like it….”

We can give so many comments about how she was probably being a little too blunt on me, a little too harsh. But let’s not concentrate on how or why or what she said. Instead, let’s concentrate on why she took her words back.

Maybe she did it because she was embarrassed, or maybe she thought she was making me feel embarrassed. But at that moment, six years ago, I knew exactly why she took them back. It was because she was absolutely certain that I, under any circumstances, could not accept criticism directed at myself.

In our culture, we are expected to be nice to others, to please others, that sometimes we go overboard and avoid being frank just to take care of others’ feelings. Even though these are good deeds at a glance, this attiitude has created an atmosphere of superficiality. As a result, avoiding being honest about anything has become the norm, an expected thing, an everyday occurrence. This is the prevalent attitude of some of the critics that we have today.

But can we blame them? Can we blame the critics for not being entirely honest when they criticise? No, because sometimes the critics hold back their real opinions because the person they criticise will not be able to accept the truth about themselves. As in the case of Mandy and I. So whats this? Critics not giving their all because of the recepient’s inadequacy? Isn’t that odd? Shouldn’t things change? because if this pattern continues, the other party would go on making mistakes again and again just because nobody would have the courage to step up and say it’s wrong.

So if we want to be be better at anything at all, our attitude towards criticism must change. We should be more open towards criticism, more receptive to it. Criticism should be something that we yearn for, something we can’t live without, something we can’t get enough of, simply because of the assurance that criticism doesn’t drag us down. No, on the contrary, it elevates us because it helps us become better people. So ladies and gentlemen, let us allow our critics to have a little bit of Mandy’s honesty, without the harshness of course.

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The Mirage

Saturday, 30 December, 2006

Agonising memories
of what we’ve lost,
What we’ve built
and didn’t fight for,
Our sacred wishes
that are now silly whims,
Our beautiful plans
That are now impossible ideals.

I miss you,
and I miss weaving dreams with you
in that innocent way
that could only happen
in those initial months,
that however extended
will still be too short.

I miss the eagerness of us
the foolishness of us
in simply wanting to be close.

We were perpetually
posing the question
is this dream for real?
But we ran away
from the answer,
Not wanting to see
that we always have to wake up
even after the most beautiful slumber.

But here we are
Facing reality at last
Or rather,
here I am and there you are, wherever you are,
facing our separate realities.

Conceding our hopes, desires and fantasies
to some sad, mature rationality.

Thank you for the three years, Jai.

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Deepest Fear

Monday, 25 December, 2006

Coach Carter
written by Mark Schwahn and John Gatins

Coach Ken Carter: What is your deepest fear?
Timo Cruz: Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It’s not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

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Battle Against Barriers

Wednesday, 6 December, 2006

Hardened.
Cement, sand, water.
Hardened.

Thumped my fist against the wall.
Thumped my head against the wall.
Futile.
Cold.
Hardened.

Years of happily
nurturing the wall
Years of fearfully
building the wall

proved to be nothing
but a waste of energy.

I had built a trap for myself.
A trap.
For I made sure there would be no way out.
The cement, sand and water are one now.

But I am imperfect.
There must be an exit.
This circular dull grey walls
might have a crack,
an opening.

And finally I found it.

Often I find myself
at the threshold of the opening
Afraid to step out
for my home is
within these grey walls.

This is my comfort zone.

Sometimes
Bravery takes over
Pushed by fear.
Induced by circumstances
or just simple belief.

So I step out
Greeted by the sunlight
that I’ve sorely missed.
I closed my eyes as I let my face
be bathed by the sweeping rays.

But when I open them,
Endless grey walls
shocked me.
I am in an endless maze.

“I’ll see to the end of this”
I tell myself
as I prepare for the adventure.
“It will not be easy,
It will not be short,
but I will bathe in the sunlight again.”

I fill my heart and mind with my own
reassuring words,
eager to face the challenges.

But my feet feel heavy.
They refuse to move forward.
They are afraid of the unknown.

I turn my back on the endless grey walls.
And my feet sprung with energy
I ran back to my circular hell,
the familiar grey walls.

‘It is hell’, I tell myself,
but ‘at least it’s a hell that I know’

I took one last look at those familiar grey walls
before closing my eyes to sleep
blanketed by the security of the familiar
lamenting that once again,
today,
I lost the battle.

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Binding Wish

Friday, 3 November, 2006

How I wish
now
you could come out
and greet me
sit beside me
and talk to me.
Smile.
Eager to know me.

That is all I want.
Recognition.

Especially because
your kind
is so hard to impress.

Self-assured, quirky, intimidating…
You are what I want to be.

But if you were to be impressed by me
Your success I share
I don’t have to go far
to impress them.

Although I know
it’d be just
temporary.

The excitement will subside
to let reality
take its rightful place.

Then I will see you
and be disgusted.

All I like
is the image of you.
And all I want
is an image of me.

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The Assumption of the Unknown

Tuesday, 31 October, 2006

“… We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.”

- Paulo Coelho, By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

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An Empty Barrel Makes the Most Noise

Monday, 30 October, 2006

She shuddered at the term ‘international law’. Her eyes hastily drifted away from the computer screen. Images of striped white blouse, microphone and red carpet flashed through her mind. She pushed them away. Going against a senior lawyer from a reputable university. What was she thinking? Embarassing herself in front of the panel of speakers. “Can we change the world?” What the hell? Of course we can’t. But why did she have to ask that in that jam-packed hall? She thought the only female speaker was impressed by her. Now she’s not sure whether that smile was really a smirk. Putting down the UN when he stands by the Charter like it was the Bible. Such brazen actions can only be done by those who don’t know much.

That applause? It was from the ignorant. That smirk? It was from the wise. All she wanted to do was to impress the people with her skills. She didn’t care much about the content. She had a seed of a question growing in her mind. But she didn’t let it grow first to see what kind of plant it is. What kind of flower it would produce. Red? Blue? She just went ahead and threw the seed towards them. Oh yes, she was on cloud nine after it ended. People were indeed impressed by her. She got what she wanted. Attention, praises, admiration. But they’re from the ignorant. Or the wise pretending to be nice. The next day made it worse. She just had to approach him. She just had to question him again. He brushed her off, left her in the lurch. There was no time to spare for this ignorant little lady.

She stumbled then. Now she has found her strength again. The kind of strength that would not be there but for the fall. After all, in the face of past stupidity, courage is all she has to hold on to.