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One of the country’s brightest and youngest corporate figures Dr Liew Boon-Horng, 35, was killed when an iron mould weighing almost two tonnes fell on his car from one of the two condominium-cum-office blocks under construction.

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Take life 1 day at a time coz it doesn’t take 2.

A classic example of what goes up must come down, regardless of how it sounds.

Expectation in life includes death.

What sounds good is also bad enough to be heard.

It is a lie to the mind but truth to the world,

for it is,

free will, where everything you will are chargeable, 

passion, where affection is procrastinated by passive action,

self, means standardized ego look-alike fool. 

Capitalistic is the ability to count forward by being completely still,
 
go completely color blind by all things black and white,

deaf to the silent noise of hypocritical bureaucrats,

dump to speaking common same.

Criticality means being dogmatic to existence,

is not about what you want to do,

is what others want you to do that matters,

individualistic is an identity joke for individual-least-stick illusion.

NOTHING. Start anew, place for artistic muse, no old self to be blamed and abused.

CLASSIC. Wake up awake, open the shabby literary window, inhale the deep inspiring air afresh, choke to chronic stuck-up mess.

AUTISTIC. Energized, compulsive for everybit counts, obsess with every instant boredom, restless for passion to every living second, need lots of room for workout, the gym simply can’t fit in the volume of crowded mind.

LUNATIC. Content is the key for unlocking still-live-in-crappy philosophy, intellectually cook up to fulfill own phantom existence, yes, ghost doesn’t have to pay tax to imagination, jump!

FOOLISH. Slap stuck absurdity to consciousness, comedic style of foolish self.

CYNIC. skeptical Sophist personality, impersonate nihilism, trusts no one, two for the truth.

TRAGIC. Life will continue to be sad, need to believe in fate, have strength to faith, continue to kicking own nuts on fake, hate & late.

TRAPPED. Never given up on love, never too late to enrich story of own journey, trapped in own vicious cycle of like, want and need, oh take a sit, prick!

IRRATIONAL. Believe in the subtle irrationality of lies and hopes, need to be patient for no reason, play vocalist to blind, dump and deaf.

BREAK. Add value to life, acquire new skill, go instrumental, break lots of string quartet.

POOR. Be absolutely self confident for no one, stand for own pride to resist being destituted to wasteful slag, go capitalist, make the world, be a poor soul, intellectual bankrupt.

christmas

what we give, we take for granted,

what we forgive, we tend to forget,

what we hope, white lies beneath,

well, is a lie, but the truth is not, 

life is sad, but happiness is otherwise, 

silent night, a lonely night, but the world is ever bright,

you can always choose, to be in black or white,

the world is not manifest, nevertheless we confess,

so let’s the joy ride, even your mind is not right,

for silent night, is a better night.

walking along with deaf of loneliness by my side,

I hear you sing the picture that i like and justify my love for you at first sight. 

everything seems so fine, i hold you by my side,

we walk through the lines of beautiful sunlight.

i close my eyes, open up my mind to the bright white sky, i see you shine smiling through your brown blueberry eyes, and i tell myself i’ve found the love of my life.

but as when i win the heart from the one i love,

i lost to true lie when reality strikes two beneath my eyes.

what right forever suddenly becomes so dreamy wrong,

what left is the replay of muted familiar face, fragrant taste.

the pain is chilling inside but my desire is still desperately burning outside,

fact of love becomes fantasy of hate when faith turns into fallacy of hopeless fate,

I still cant’ get you off my mind even if it meant to hurt my pride.

present became past, winter melted and spring landed once again with lonely shadow walk by my wise side,

and i see you once again with the familiar smile, but as a stranger walking pass my sight

people just want to live their lives

they make up reasons to justify 

is a lie, but otherwise nothing is fine

but some live in the truth that never born or die

so now i ask you what is nice?

issit the eyes, heights or throwing dice?

either way, you are going to wake up with blue sky

even thought the day may blow your mind

even thought you have to work from nine to five, even overtime

you sigh, but your heart will be kind

coz you believe the sun never wake up at the wrong side

so people play the game of life

they win by losing what lies inside

or they lose by winning the truth outside

either way, people live without proof of life

all you need to do is walk the fine line

and i will continue to count one, two and three til nine

lies have no orchestrated false faces, identities are ornamented illusions.

lies give you gift-wrapped rational hope in delusion, only to take away your delighted divine hope irrationally, and leave you with banquet of emotional debts, for free.

lies are the effect of objective desperation, but desperation is the cause for subjective lies, innocent guilt to live in the world of gravitated grieve.

lies succeeded in vain only when failed in lying fairly.

lies are the light for tragic water, dark comedy of hope in desert.

A true genius of contemporary philosopher, Woody Allen sees subtle life as tragic comedy.

His work gives reality a postmodern definition, one that concerns with how we play seeing life. Although the stories of our emotions are tragic inevitably, but as human fascinating being we can choose to be consciously comedic about tragedies indefinitely.

Critically argue, is both a science and an art to let life live the tragic comedy way, and it requires tremendous much of strength & will in keeping our conscious dying awaked to plot the dark humor alive.

The science part think listening to see sensing our emotions as instant as it comes alive, ferocious probing the character that rises above beneath the gothic emotions. The art part paints passionately portraying the deep delicious character creatively. Finally the conscious part requires great serving of faith for fate. The faith of believing and perceiving the irrational exuberance, rather than judging for just world justice, fairness is about fulfilling fate, not fact.

trust counts no logical rational reality into judgment, justice and measurement of all measurable in a just world.

trust is truthfully transcend as sketches of dogmatic emotions, as belief, is religious, superstitious and irrationally blind.

trust is about living the life beneath the hypocritical reality above, is the true lie of survival in plesuarable pain of greed, jealousy, selfishness, fear, lust and all accountable inadequate sins, human deeds.

to trust is to believe, not think.

you believe a painting is beautiful, even the painter lies about his origin.

you believe your mother loves you and you love her even if she lies.

you can’t trust an imperfect life perfectly right, you can only believe in trust will go perfectly wrong.

being good in guilt is to trust the innocent badly, where fairness means being equal to nothing.

you choose to trust, not because you opt for betrayal, but you believe in faith fulfills fate .

a beginning to a new beginning, exit to exist, flipping a new chapter of new beginning/existence, more pages, feeling tired, getting older, flipping repeating consciousness, still one self, things never get changed

new attitude, new hope, new passion, new philosophy? what are those? need a visual,
improve personality, improve style? Is hard, try harder…grow up

holidays, white winter, mood for decoration, christmas trees, lights, gifts, get away, runaway

food, pasta, wine, turkey, sushi, chocolate, toilet, all over the place

wish to reborn, forget, forgive, afraid to forget, too pain to forgive, scare of reborning

feeling holy, chores, church, back to god, dead

jazz, mood for classic, Victorian, old school, boring, tasteless, lonely

acquaintance, love at first sight, love, separated from love, love to regret and regret to love

cold weather, warm of love, goose in the sea-like lake, strong wind in park, felt sick

welcome unexpected visitors, incept long lost friends, lost friends, lost visitors