THE TIME MAKER
The Craftsman: shou jian
Origins:
RafflesInstitution
ThreeK
TennisTeam
Pleasures: artistic ticks
Specifications:
Has a-thing-in-e-head that never stops ticking.
But it never creates the time to indulge in academically pleasing pleasures.
Instead it ticks out a bed of de-colourised fur (or some call it hair).
Cursed by the thing-in-e-head, it constantly produces ever-lasting, never-ending emotional life-timers.
Most of it may be recyclable timings - but only if one has a heart&brain like me. few do.
Some of it would be just bland, tasteless written talk. But only to those who share a heart&brain unlike any of mine.
So this is the timing of the ticking and tocking going on inside and only inside my life-brain.
Feel free to tell the time. But few do.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Truths. Accept them.
D day? What d-day? Doomsday?
pin pointing - its pointless.
there was so much that happened today, its pointless pin pointing.
to be honest there was nothing to point at.
nothing except for one thing-ourselves.
the ball was with us but now the pin is on us.
they-the blindless callers-did not open our hold.
they-the expected losers-did not pry open our hold.
we-the nervous losers-opened our hold to let that very thing within our grasp drop from beyond us.
tensions tensed the nerves of every single one.
teachers were flustered.
coaches were frutrated.
but we, or perhaps just i, was merely disappointed, dejected.
but the teachers, the coaches were right.
disappointed? dejected? what for?
face it.
we should be fuming with ourselves.
we let that go though it was within reach.
overconfidence.
scared and afraid.
hunger. where is it?
spirit, team spirit. was it ever there?
they the losing winners still supported and believed they could do it.
and they did.
we the winning losers stood watching, wordless.
no cheers till prompted and in the end, no words for we lost it.
face it. we were too confident we would make it through.
some got it right, it was a formality, the semis.
each and every year we would breeze past it.
this year all thought it to be the same.
but it just would not be.
team spirit. on the winning end, we did not continue our efforts of support.
on the losing edge we stood there waiting for the match to end.
where was that belief, that confidence in ourselves.
it just was not there.
hunger. on the players the supporters.
all assumed too much.
we were not starved enough to reach for it.
we were perhaps still too full.
was really the rain that caused our downfall? the stopping of our winning momentem while we were on a roll?
was it really just our bad luck (practically each and every year) that is was us, not them, that cracked under pressure? it was always to be us but was it really due to luck?
or was it just because today was the friday the thirteenth and lady luck (if she was indeed a lady) was not on our side?
i have to admit.
it was plainly us and no one else.
its a learning lesson.
its something for reflection, for change.
next year, its gonna be ours.
D day? What d-day? Doomsday?
pin pointing - its pointless.
there was so much that happened today, its pointless pin pointing.
to be honest there was nothing to point at.
nothing except for one thing-ourselves.
the ball was with us but now the pin is on us.
they-the blindless callers-did not open our hold.
they-the expected losers-did not pry open our hold.
we-the nervous losers-opened our hold to let that very thing within our grasp drop from beyond us.
tensions tensed the nerves of every single one.
teachers were flustered.
coaches were frutrated.
but we, or perhaps just i, was merely disappointed, dejected.
but the teachers, the coaches were right.
disappointed? dejected? what for?
face it.
we should be fuming with ourselves.
we let that go though it was within reach.
overconfidence.
scared and afraid.
hunger. where is it?
spirit, team spirit. was it ever there?
they the losing winners still supported and believed they could do it.
and they did.
we the winning losers stood watching, wordless.
no cheers till prompted and in the end, no words for we lost it.
face it. we were too confident we would make it through.
some got it right, it was a formality, the semis.
each and every year we would breeze past it.
this year all thought it to be the same.
but it just would not be.
team spirit. on the winning end, we did not continue our efforts of support.
on the losing edge we stood there waiting for the match to end.
where was that belief, that confidence in ourselves.
it just was not there.
hunger. on the players the supporters.
all assumed too much.
we were not starved enough to reach for it.
we were perhaps still too full.
was really the rain that caused our downfall? the stopping of our winning momentem while we were on a roll?
was it really just our bad luck (practically each and every year) that is was us, not them, that cracked under pressure? it was always to be us but was it really due to luck?
or was it just because today was the friday the thirteenth and lady luck (if she was indeed a lady) was not on our side?
i have to admit.
it was plainly us and no one else.
its a learning lesson.
its something for reflection, for change.
next year, its gonna be ours.
shoij 12:41:00 PM
YOUR TIME
The hands on my clock...
my hour hand
the class clock
the treekay clock
jarrelling
mooting moothy
shanziling
zhinx
ram a chandra
odours
wilting walter
YESTERDAY
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
INVENTORS
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Time Isn't Enough For Life.
But sometimes you don't want that time.