she tried to hide behind the dusky clouds but they were relentless, half her light like a beacon to the sinister lighting, broken hands flashing behind his dusky accomplice.

the comfort of the familiar,
the soft touch of the past.
its stories hark what was once joy,
similar to the current hour,
just like the now.

mistakes i made plenty,
forgiveness i've endlessly seek,
but lessons do i learn?
bitten and never meek.

a little anxiety took over me.  i've always believed i was calm and collected in all situation but when a client comes in with a last minute request, i get all anxious and feel the need to not disappoint ( Read more... )

so many words but none could comprehend
its a massacre of thoughts, a diabolical revenge
masterminds of modernity, one nation under one beat

he laid, bed leaned slightly back, with a clear plastic mask covering his face.  there was heavy breathing, such heavy breathing from his tired body.  i touched his hand, looked at him in his eyes and told myself to stay composed.  his eyes, his big round eyes, spoke but his mouth couldn't muster.  his eyes were the same as i could long remember.   ( Read more... )

the walk through telok blangah and vivo city cleared my head for an epiphany.  strangely, being out and with the crowd gave me a new perspective on life.


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what is the beauty of the written word if its not written with a pen and paper.

a mistake from an architect got me into a kerfuffle today.  the information seemed incorrect and we asked for clarification to which we were right.  they didn't admit their mistake but instead assumed it was our decision to follow their instruction, to why, i can only guess because the site has gone far enough to have the client hopping mad.

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