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But dreams can't all be real

Ever had that moment, when you're laid out on your bed, just getting ready to fall asleep and all you hear is just that silent and almost discreet tapping sound from the sky. "It's going to be a cold night," you think aloud to yourself, and you wrap yourself under the sheets. At that very same moment you have absolutely nothing else to think about and your mind just.. wanders. 


It wanders through your thoughts, it wanders through your dreams, your memories and it always ends at your most disconsolate ones. Because isn't it only human to reminisce on the past from time to time? These memories are what defines us isn't it? It enables us to reflect and to learn.
   
All the things you could have done. You should have done. And you imagine what your world would be like if it was any different. What if I had studied harder? What if I had chosen that job instead? What if I had really gone with true feelings instead. What if? What if? What if?  In what predicament, placed you on that path you are so grounded on now.  


That so- very important, initial choice.  And now you begin to consider all those things that have already happened. The path ahead seems blurry now. It starts to turn cold. And then you doubt. 


You doubt the choices you are going to make, even yourself. Some choices you selfishly made for yourself, most of it for the benefit of the other. If only you had listened to "I". What "I" wanted. And not listened to "Me", not for what you would think of "Me". Decisions firmly made because of the need of the time and not because of what you deserve.

As you walk on that path and look back, a shadow, your shadow which follows you, will always always remind you of what you want, but cannot have. You are always on the verge of losing your equilibrium. Grim. But that's a small sacrifice. Because where your dark shadow follows you like a demon, it can also be a hero to you. It waits with you, always willing to remind you, remind you that it's not the friendliest or the most popular. but it is always with you. To remind you that somehow, no matter how hopeless, there's always still a little light left shining on you.



Hope.

Reinvention (Finally?)



First of all, to set the bar straight, we (or rather I) shall assume that the number of people that will read this post is less than 3, based on the unique views that my blog stats have represented. And to further add to that assumption, the significance of even owning this blog is probably very minute as the only thing I use this site for is to read other people's blogs (which is conveniently located on the right-side bar) and not generate interesting content. And when I mean insignificant, I mean really, really small and unimportant considering at the end of 2011, there were 181 million blogs in existence (Source in the link). 


But why am I even back here, do you ask? Assuming "you" are a legitimate, living, breathing sentient being and not some spam-bot on my comments, which I have clean on a weekly basis. I suppose I feel the need to make up for the lack of an obligatory "new year's" post. Which I usually do since the conception of this (very juvenile, up til this day I might add) web blog all the way back in 2006. And even today, it's hard to believe that I used to be a school magazine editor (read: I'm partially employable for practical reasons!) seeing my writing origins stem from... there.  

Some poem from the past

In the distance, a familiar horn echoes through the meadows
In the distance, I see smoke as dark as night heading my way
I am afraid it might scare the fishes,
I am afraid that I will go home disappointed

Beside me is my sister, young and inquisitive
Watching big brother, fishing with naught but a string on a stick
I am afraid that she might laugh at me
I am afraid that she will not be proud of me

Further down the river is Father and Uncle John in their fishing boat
Father says it is not about catching the fish, but the experience of the wait
I am afraid that he might be wrong
I am afraid that I will not grow to be a better man

Drawing closer, the familiar horn signals its arrival
From the dark smoke emerges the mighty locomotive
I remember why I fish here every week
I remember what I want to be

I want to be at the helm of my future,

“I am not afraid of the dark clouds ahead”
“I am not afraid of strife”

The world is full of possibilities.

Blink is Back





Let me get this straight, do you want me here?
As I struggle through each and every year.
And all these demons, they keep me...


Up All Night (2011).

Bursting my Bubble

If I had to have Sociology as my first-ever lesson in such a long while after being out of the service, I'm glad that was it.

Follow You




I’m ready to leave it all behind
Your love works wonders, the ruler of my heart
I let go of my ego just like you said
I come into being hopeful again

Hate New Beginnings


As the end of Service draws nearer and I slowly get this hint of what being on the outside feels like again, and it's this very discomforting feeling I'm getting.

It's when you finally have the freedom to live your life again, to it's "fullest" with no restrictions, you realise... To take life into your own hands, what happens? A terrible thing: No one to blame.

The world is yours again, what are you going to do about it?