Home

To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there. ~Barbara Bush

Home is regarded as one of the most common headquarters of our lives. When we finish our activitis with friends or when we finish with school or work, we say instantaneously. That we want to go home. And many a time when questioned where is our favorite place to rest, the answer is home. Home is, well what is home? Homes to many are constructions of bricks and layers of cement. Homes, to many are their beds, their television sets or their library where they can read and relax.

Home is yet easy to be answered as a place that gives us support shelter and warmth. Home is known as that to almost the whole world which is absolutely correct. But home, is not a building neither is it a bed a television or a book. Home is family. I say sometimes, let me go home as what the song suggests but I realize I’m too far from where my home is. Home is where the family is. My home is in Malaysia, my home is in new Zealand, my home is in Choa Chu Kang and my home is up with those trees but I am just me. Maybe surrounded by a thousand people but I really do feel sometimes, just alone

Home is family. That gives you all the shelter all the warmth and all the support you need, indefinitely. Maybe so that eventually families meet up over time. Maybe that gives rise to what we always call the family tree. Home is not something you lie on when you’re tired, home is not something you rely on when you need it. Home is not a building but yet there is one thing that’s common. They never go away.

I want to go home. Yet I know they are all in my heart some are creating more homes while some, are simply dancing with the wind. Home is not only something we can touch but we can also feel. And the amazing thing about that is, they can feel too.

Home is what you hug, who you love and who you simply cant bear to lose.

Home shouts at you , nags at you but home is always there because you have the key which will always unlock the door to whatever you need.

Now that, is home.

Night, enjoy the song people.

Dancing with the wind

It was once asked to me, what happens when we die and where do we go? what do we become and where will we be. It was once told to me that God set aside a place that we call heaven , a place where we will eventually find each other. But yet there are many explanations many possibilities and noone can come back from the dead to tell you what is the truth. Here, is my gut instinct. Going all out to you with much careful thought, Enjoy.

Sunshine never fails to make our day. We love the moments to tan, the moments to play and the moments to go out. The sun supplements us with what we want at times and what we need at times. We recognize what it does but predictably we recognize what it cannot do. It is indeed the torment of heat which makes the sun hardly likeable at times. It is the scorching sun that really drains out all energy and causes one to be thus lethargic at times. It is yet so funny how we screw the suns appearance when it is out, and yet hate its absence when it is gone. Humans seem to be the control of life and how things are. I beg to differ.

Rain never fails to make our day. We love the moments to share with our loved ones staying at home tospend time with each other. We love the moments of cuddling with a loved one in bed. We love the company of a few good friends playing our video games. But last but not least, we love the company of coffee and a good book under these rainy circumstances for the mood is set and the feeling so very soothing and yet beautiful. Everything has flip sides. And though we love those feelings that make one feel so immersed in themselves and the atmosphere, we loathe the rain that disrupts our play time, the rude awakening of thunder and lightning as well as the cold it sends out to us every now and then.

We as humans fail to comply with what we have and that is why we are seeking for the best of both worlds always but nothing lasts forever. We need the sun for heat during rainy days and vice versa. We need dry ground when rainy days occur with the help of sunlight. these can occur in one day or in a week. But yet, it is evident that we as humans are no controllers, we are in fact the instruments of life that make it an abstract painting of art. An art of living and also dying if you look carefully. We need these things because we want them. But we cant make them happen for they are all but too natural. We spend our whole lives, needing and shine on diffrent days to decide our mood, our action our day and sometimes even our future. We humans are the instruments benetah the trees. And trees might be of those just beneath the sky, perhaps the sky that we call heaven.

I happen to look up in the skies on one windy day, sunny day and rainy day. One thing so beautiful beyond words never changed no matter what. They were negligent of the weather or the people. I saw the trees sway in such a way that always seemed so ever graceful. The trees were dancing with the wind. yes it was a sight that lef tme flabbergasted but it instilled within me so much idea of how life is like. We live everyday and to some point we die. Like my mother, she lived a fruitful life. Not as long as she might have expected, but still a worthy journey. I believe she has become one of those leaves on the trees or even the trees that we see or even the brances that hold these leaves. Why?

Trees move the way they want whenever they want. They can have rain or shine without complaints without suffer and still dance with the wind so ever graciously . Even if, even if it may be so that they are in need of one of them, their stances are always grateful. Trees are always around us. Always serenading our surroundings and making our life feel so much more coloured and beautiful. I believe that my mother has become these trees or leaves or branches because they are out on top no matter what and they have a perfect view of every single being for no mortal lives up in the sky. And when trees are fallen, when trees are toaken down or died down, it is what we call reincarnation. No matter what people tell me, the sight of those trees then told me a story. They told me where my mother was and they gave me a reason to believe. That trees are there, always, dancing with the wind.


And eventually, all will come home.

Prejudicial thoughts

We came into earth equal with everything. As unfamiliar as that may seem, it is a disappointment that we have forgotten each and every one of us came with rights. What right, have we to disregard people of what they should have or should not have. Quoting our national pledge, it is indeed “regardless of race, language or religion “

It was a really mellow Wednesday morning. The kinds that blindside you and makes you want to just sit down lay back and do nothing. Think rain was pretty heavy in the wee hours of the morning and hence making the sky look so dead sleepy as if day would never fall, but yet night would never come. Anyways, I couldn’t help but keep my eyes on this family. It played in my mind how family meant and how it really matters no matter who you are. There were 5 of them, a daughter, two brothers who were all little kids a granny and her mother. Anyhow, they were a cute bunch. Know how trains have these two-seater seats and like a window pane and how opposite there’ll be another window pane? That was the situation. The granny and the daughter were on the two-seater and the two brothers with the mom one standing mischievously and another on the lap of their mother. Their smiles were priceless and they really caught my eye despite my constant wanting to doze off.

Stop after stop I watched them until at one stop, an Indian man came in. I would think he was in his mid twenties? Despite his really shabby look, I would think so. He was dressed in the normal pants, a brown shirt that looked rather crumpled and slippers. He had an unkempt and it was clear that he was no one influential. It came to me straight away that he was someone dirty and uncouth. I really felt disgusted at the first sight. I definitely felt we were different and put him in a category that was labeled dirty and stupid in my thoughts. It wasn’t that bad to be honest. But when I saw him I really felt zero cleanliness around myself even though he was sitting opposite me. Yes, you could say I was really racist about such things and really raise the bar this time round. I ignored his presence and soon sprang back into my observation of that loving family.

By this time, the second boy standing got really restless and ran towards the granny where he quickly got on her lap on that side of the window pane. The two brothers looked at each other in much playfulness through the two window panes. The granny, abruptly but aptly, pushed the brothers face into the screen to make his face look squashed and his nose look somewhat like a pig. The mother laughed from the other seat finding things really funny and it was not long before the boy on her side pressed his face on the pane to look extremely funny. Around me, people were either sleeping or just not paying attention to the love between this family. I laughed at them out of pure envy and adoration of the naivety and cuteness of the kids. As I laughed, I turned back only for my eyes and the Indians eyes to meet, at a time of which both of us were laughing, at the same thing. It felt like thunder struck in my heart. A rude awakening I must say.

Regardless of how different we looked, what color we were or how our lives were like, we contained the right to know what happiness was, to smile to feel and to express. In that train, on a day where my thoughts were prejudicially inclined against Indians, a family changed that. What right had I to condemn who he was when it was something he could not control? Every one of us is different in our own way. If I may quote again,” Regardless of race language or religion”, we all have rights to happiness and knowing what that is. The smile is ours and so is our right. In that very cabin, the happiness of a family brought two different people in unison, for me at least to realize that we were equal. All of us are.

Night.

Intellect

There are many things in life that people have names for. They are, easy and hard. Besides these two words being bound by circumstances, many unanimously agree that on other occasions they are bound by intellect. But do tell me, what is intellect? What is smart? intelligent? clever? are they all but just the same? Are grades suggestive of who you are and how life comes as easy as it is or as tough as it gets?

It is such a wide term people use that ur so stupid or you cant make it or ur such a dimwit or even worst, wat a dumbfuck. But when it comes to that, what is intelligence? Intelligence is the art of the human brain. For yes, it is ur brain that tells you wat to do how things are and what to say, etc. It is in fact by choice. Results do not determine intelligence nor does a consequence or ending. It is in fact, an action that determines that . And with that to make things right ,we have other things, bonuses like creativityt humor and wit.

I was just wondering, is there such a totality to this word intelligence? Must there be a dictionary to such a word for i question its direct definition.

English novelist Aldous Huxley, wrote, "The course of every intellectual, if he pursues his journey long and unflinchingly enough, ends in the obvious, from which the non-intellectuals have never stirred."

It is not what happens that defines where you go . It is what you do , you are not stupid because you failed the test. You are stupid because you chose not to study. Noone deserves to be on the floor witha milo tin on the floor with him. Noone deserves to be in a less compromising state than another. You start from somewhere and you will definitely end up somewhere. You do not stay on a side and hope for God to say Hi. Yet what right have we to use stupid for someone that scores Cs and Ds? Are we somewhat similar? Are we actually the same with the exception of doing things differently? It is not fair to say that one who studies and still fails is stupid. Could it be that his ways of studying are less smart than others or more stupid? Yet what do these two words mean? I'll leave you to that.

[Rhapsody Astray] leaves you with finally, a post to ponder about.

Ciao.

The Girl and I

Yes, lets get personal. Lets go deeper, not as if the whole world wants to know, but i want the whole world to know. This is my our story.

Its ironic how two people meet. Under no circumstances of choice did i come to my present institution. I had scored a low for my exams and had by far had no choice to go anywhere i liked. Yet there was this girl who scored decently well and chose to come to this given institution. The fate of one boy and another girl got entangled just like that. And through a game of rackets and balls, we met on the tennis courts.

I guess you could say we never said much to each other till late. It really got exciting when i saw her in the canteen as if a stranger for she looked very much different. Unfortunately, my fate was sealed when she was already seeing someone. Ya know then, i had my fair share of problems, my fair share of dates but somehow it all was just so enticing . Ya know how they say, God works in mysterious ways? Well, after our random training sessions, i realised i didnt bring an extra set of clothes to change into and i was wet, dirty and uncomfortable. I was pissed, angry and upset. Not for long though. I instantaneuosly decided to take a cab with my compatriot so to speak then(wenhao) and then i saw her, so i figured why not give her a lift? And so i did. Hey, a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do. Its just really coincidental and yet amazing how my mood somehow changed even in a state of being wet and clad in dirty clothes.

So we talked, she and i, and we were like peas and carrots. Na, im just kidding. I was pretty Cold towards her for the first time. I dont remember why, i do remember not daring to look her in the eye which is exactly why i never faced her. Since that ride, i really just took my chances to talk to her, to know her better. It was not long before i found out she wasn seeing anyone. I knew she was about to see someone soon. That guy had to be me. So things evolved and well, soon we became like peas and carrots. Our first conversation on the phone was again another work of God's "mysterious ways". She had lost our coachs demo racket and it racked up a conversation that led to much much more. i couldnt help but feel a tinge of happiness that she lost that racket although it was a lil ugly towards the end cause she had to pay a bomb for it.

You know how its like when you're driving and well sometimes you just happen to be at the crossroads? Well ya, i had my crossroads. To cut it short, tribulations and tribulations, tough times after tough times, an original triangle love problem quickly became solved. It was a rollercoaster but it really became very easy towards the end. Like, i wondered, " what the hell took me so long?" well anyway, we got together on december the 13th. We were in a library and i bought her this necklace that i had wanted to give to her as a present and of course pop that question. I put it in her favourite mnms pack. So she ate the mnms one after another and my heart raced faster and faster because somehow the necklace wasn showing itself and she din seem to notice it. theonly thing that kept her going was the mnms. My mind raced to a million places. " did i drop it?" did i drop it?" "why hasn she picked it?"

Anyway, she got it in the end and she agreed to the lamest proposals. Its ironic but i really thank such an entanglement. Providence i guess. That two strangers with opposite academic results ended up in the same poly , the same course, the same sport and soon as a couple. for the record, We're still happy as hell. Sorry no sappy sad endings to this one. So this is it but i aint done. This is the pivotal section. People, this is my girl.

Born on November the 5th , she really is sometimes the sweetest thing you can find. On days we're together, she digs my ears and does my nose . Sometimes she cuts my nails and helps me shave too. She has these eyes like those of a cat which i find really sensual. She has this smell as well that really draws me to her . But most importantly, she has strengths that compliment my flaws and a voice that touches.

She loves singing and she loves dancing which is unfortuante because elderly at the old folks home wouldn watch me dance even if it was for free and voluntary. But arh well, thats ok i mean it doesn take two to clap in this case eh? Shes amazingly untidy at times, and so unbelievably forgetful but she really does this thing that makes you forgive almost anything she does. Sometimes, its an expression, other times its really just that voice.

Every Sunday, she wakes up to come watch me play soccer with my amzingly nice friends in a pathetic yet darn fun self created soccer court. She loves ice cream, and she really loves chocolate. Her expression is priceless when you give her nuts. She really hates nuts. Cotton candy is another favourite , not forgetting tapioca chips.

We both love advertising and we;d go the whole day loving ads and hating U zap ads and much much more. But nonetheless, we'd remember every 13th. We really have so much alike but yet so much different. But thats e way it is. I mean, a variety always brings room for exploration and eventual greater closeness. Its a norm . In fact, its a prerequisite. SO hail, for this is my personal entry in inversed_sights which is never a norm but nonetheless, this is

My Girl and I

Night

Parallel lines

Parallel lines also known as, the equilateral distance between two lines, are lines that never meet. They do not try to move inward or outward and yet no matter how far or long the lines go or move, they never ever meet. Henri Frederic Amiel once wrote, “Sacrifice, which is the passion of great souls, has never been the law of societies.”

As in math, parallel lines never meet. They correspond to each other and as much as they may be alike they do not "see" each other. They fulfill their cause and no matter what happens to these lines , as long as they stick to what they do, their lines never meet.

Good Evening people, This is Johnny Rizaldo Gomez and this is his story.

A major in engineering, the aspiring engineer was common to all, yearning to experience the ways of the world, wanting the norms of fame and the entice of money and status. As much as he pursued what many seem disillusioned by , his belief never wavered , that he would eventually return home to his friends, his family and his roots.

Johnny had left his native country philippines for Singapore with a degree in engineering upon graduation in a local university. His drive to earn a better life, a better future and an unsafe ticket to being stuck hence began.

Parallel lines are bound by one another, never changing. Which is why two lines will never meet even though ironically they may seem alike and corresponding. But with the exception of squares, trapeziums and parallelograms and even more, lines meet to form something else. The other two need not be parallel but when they join with parallel lines they form a picture. I like to call these lines " helping hands" or an even more suitable term " communication".

Johnny Rizaldo Gomez never expected much in life although he wanted a great deal . To his dismay, the first year in an alien country seemed a tough one but with the availability of networks and phones, his family wasn too far away from him. However he grew more and more successful and it wasn't difficult to climb that corporate ladder given his ability and intellect. Globalization made the world smaller and easier to reach for Johnny. Osama Bin laden is not anywhere obvious to be found yet he reaches the screens of our computers and televisions so easily.

It was the same for Gomez then. He could reach home with the [helping hand of communication] without needing to be there at all.

These lines that we call helping hands or communication joins the parallel lines to form a picture or something out of it. But although they indeed join them, do they meet? they cross paths their paths are led together by this line, but does that point of the parallel line meet the other? Yet both these lines do not compromise where they go or where they'll be. They do what they need to without changing direction or course. Just as trains, the trains may change but the tracks and the tunnels are always the same.

Earning money got easier and his status could only soar by the blink of an eye. He earned what
he got. He ate delicacies and drove the finest of cars. Yes, Gomez was one success story but he did not feel whole or complete as the days went by. And he found that missing link in a filipino restaurant called kabayan in lucky plaza. He savoured the taste of his hometown favourite adobo. At that instant he recollected moments of his time as a boy and the reminiscent of his times as a man when he was studying there spending the most carefree and joyous times of his life. It was evident that he was relieved that he had contact with his family and home but it was a bold that communication wasn't exactly the best remedy to the pain he felt, missing his family.

So as it was Johnny Rizaldo Gomez found himself unable to make ends meet, not on a monetary issue but of home and wealth. The harder he worked, the further he went and th emore he stuck to what he had to do, he found that nothing changed. He was as far away from his family as before. And yet ironically there was nothing he could do. He could not thwart his movement towards his longing for home and yet couldn compromise his action to give up and return home.

Parallel lines move a never ending distance but their movement never thwarts. They never bend neither do they move towards each other. The distance between the two are always the same no matter how far they move or try. Both lines do not give in or change their minds about how they move.

It is common in life that we stick to who we are it is also essential to realize we cannot compromise who we are. If we do, people love us for then, something else. Yet is ironic how two people that may seem alike are as such parrallel lines, moving in towards the same direction but yet never meeting on certain aspects. Is that a tragedy? A source of negativity? I guess it means nothing. It just means they never meet. It does not have to suggest more.

Night.