Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The March out of Rome
Before the day of this celebration, we used to be in Rome.
To which every road is but directed, from where journeys begin.
As feet set out from the insitution, whilst hearts take flight from home.
Brimming with confidence in our futures, who sees end of the road?
To which every road is but directed, from where journeys begin.
As feet set out from the insitution, whilst hearts take flight from home.
Brimming with confidence in our futures, who sees end of the road?
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Christmas, freezing without snow
Merry Christmas to you and me.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
A teacher for a day, a parent for life
He was a great man who had been teaching one of the most mysterious forms of human knowledge as a gentleman, in such a difficult place like Singapore. He taught us right from wrong, through theory and practice which would treat, cure and save lives. "You're equipped with a surgical knife, so the responsibility is now in your hands," he would say to every of his students with an ever-affirming smile towards the end of each course. By empowering us, he left a giant's legacy that would become a foundation for new heights. May our prayers send you off to the world of the enlightened. May you leave in peace, Dr. Casey.
Friday, September 04, 2009
Quantum Reality
Walking in a colourless tunnel where the two ends have been lost, he is naked and sightless. His shadow, cast by an intense beam of glaring light from perhaps the entrance hitting against his back, blinds the way forwards. There was not a choice, for he can remember neither his name nor how long he had been searching for the only exit. However, somewhere deep inside his heart he could feel the quantum entanglement of an electron pushing him on, supplying an overwhelming amount of energy that swarms round his neurons making them interpret as a gut feeling. He knows the Other is out there, waiting patiently at the end of the tunnel, and hopes to regain his sight.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
On the Day of the Total Solar Eclipse
Every time we say good night,
Your heart sinks and so does mine.
Soon we are bidding good bye,
Your tears will roll and so will mine.
The future is unseen, while the past has been.
Our hearts will stay, as memories remain.
(The next accessible total solar eclipse will be on 2nd September 2035, over Beijing, China.)
Your heart sinks and so does mine.
Soon we are bidding good bye,
Your tears will roll and so will mine.
The future is unseen, while the past has been.
Our hearts will stay, as memories remain.
(The next accessible total solar eclipse will be on 2nd September 2035, over Beijing, China.)
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Love
All that we cared, do not matter.
All that we shared, hang in tatters.
All that we had, weigh lighter.
Now that we are less than one.
What matters, may be uncared.
What does not, may still be shared.
What weighs lighter, was not what we had.
For all we had was more than just a pun.
Now that loneliness envelopes me no more than our reminiscence,
Nor is there sheer emptiness in my mind brimmed with the effervescent.
All that we shared, hang in tatters.
All that we had, weigh lighter.
Now that we are less than one.
What matters, may be uncared.
What does not, may still be shared.
What weighs lighter, was not what we had.
For all we had was more than just a pun.
Now that loneliness envelopes me no more than our reminiscence,
Nor is there sheer emptiness in my mind brimmed with the effervescent.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Same Difference
Those mesmerising eyes and lengthy lashes,
That enchanting beam carrying cherry lips,
The warming heart to which anyone dashes,
Tell me, really, has there anything changed?
Gazing into your starry eyes, counting our past and future,
Feeling all that cherry blossom, on a virescent pasture.
And you, my angel, you deserve every word of joy and thanking,
As I hail the heavens and heavenly kings for such showers of blessing.
Nature never fails in counting, in that astronomical unit of time,
How strange a construct indestructible, no matter how hard we try.
Time of our lives may not have passed, as we but live in a mime,
The mimicry of the essence of happiness, truly each day that we treasure by.
That enchanting beam carrying cherry lips,
The warming heart to which anyone dashes,
Tell me, really, has there anything changed?
Gazing into your starry eyes, counting our past and future,
Feeling all that cherry blossom, on a virescent pasture.
And you, my angel, you deserve every word of joy and thanking,
As I hail the heavens and heavenly kings for such showers of blessing.
Nature never fails in counting, in that astronomical unit of time,
How strange a construct indestructible, no matter how hard we try.
Time of our lives may not have passed, as we but live in a mime,
The mimicry of the essence of happiness, truly each day that we treasure by.
