Friday, August 25, 2006

During the Age of Silence, people communicated more, not less. Basic survival demanded that the hands were almost never still, and so it was only during sleep (and sometimes not even then) that people were not saying something or other. No distinction was made between the gestures of language and the gestures of life.

The labor of building a house, say, or preparing a meal was no less an expression than making the sign for I love you or I feel serious. When a hand was used to shield one's face when frightened by a loud noise, something was being said, ...., and even when the hands were at rest. that too, was saying something.

Naturally, there were misunderstandings. There were times when a finger might have been lifted to scratch a nose, and if casual eye contact was made with one's lover just then, the lover might accidentally take it to be a gesture, not at all dissimilar, for Now I realise I was wrong to love you. These mistakes are heartbreaking. And yet because people knew how easily they could happen, because they didn't go around with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they'd understood correctly.
Sometimes, these misunderstandings are desirable..

Because of he frequency of these mistakes, over time the gesture for asking forgiveness evolved into simplest form. Just to open your palm was to say: Forgive me.

from The History of Love..

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

it's been a night
oh man..
i'm not sure if i've shocked ya
i'm not sure of anything
sorry if there's negativity

it's the feelings that guided me

hope u are fine

Sunday, August 06, 2006

why did i feel so aloof
when i have so many companions
which at any time is by my side in spirit

wad's the reason?
i feel so unholy
so empty
purposeless in living

i've actually found this purpose of life
but yet ignored it and forsaken it
that i turned myself blind and deaf again
into darkness where i dwell
dwell blindly, live blindly
like a limp person
i can't move on

and all these things
i searched for the root
the root is myself
in me there is a stirring of negative feelings
feelings without reasons
an induction which meant to poison me
and i din even tried to get out of it
but instead drift with it
and i became so lost

this warfare i'm having inside me
i'm losing
but now i tell you
that i've found the cause
and illuminates my purpose and life
i'll stand up and put up a good fight
and be a victor

no more behind the black veil
no more conceding to this negativity
no more burying my head in my thighs pathetically
reach out for this lamp
the light which fills me up
light which can fill the whole world
that no materials can

all in all
it's to look out from yourself
to God my saviour

as yet again
i roam around the streets
hoping that the wind can give me some answer
but no

loneliness and boredom
are so intense inside of me
just wanna idle
but the more i idle
the worse i feel

my spirit is weary
or perhaps there's no spirit at all
oh dun forsake me
or perhaps i'm forsaking myself

Abt me, the lost one

  • no matter how bad things get

  • believe there's something good to it..

  • the mystery of life for us to unveil..

  • i always forgot

  • then remember again

  • times of illumination..

who

  • Ghim Kui (Jimmy)

  • a Saint, a Soldier, a lost Sheep

remembered

  • May 2008
  • December 2007
  • August 2007
  • June 2007
  • May 2007
  • April 2007
  • March 2007
  • February 2007
  • January 2007
  • November 2006
  • September 2006
  • August 2006
  • July 2006
  • June 2006
  • May 2006
  • March 2006
  • February 2006
  • January 2006
  • December 2005
  • November 2005
  • October 2005
  • September 2005
  • August 2005
  • July 2005
  • June 2005
  • May 2005
  • April 2005
  • March 2005
  • February 2005
  • January 2005
  • December 2004
  • November 2004
  • October 2004

notices


!-Yoz-!

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