Monday, May 26, 2008

When you need help.

With the ever rising prices of oil and food (oh such a popular topic these days)

Don't you feel your ankle strapped with ball and chain, dragging you under?

Singapore's problems cannot be solved by giving subsidies, but by having a dynamic economy, said Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew.

The world has moved into years of high prices for food and oil, said Mr Lee. But Singapore does not have agriculture, so people have to earn enough money by working hard and smart to pay market prices for food.

"The government must ensure that everyone has the highest paid job he is qualified to do. If his salary is below the minimum for a decent life, the government will top up with Workfare. When everybody knows the cost of what he consumes or uses, he will spend his money more to his benefit."

(from Channelnewsasia.com)

After reading this, would you like to a buy a vowel?

You're on your own dude.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

The four lettered Word

How amazing to see couples and pairs, going hand in Hand.

How do you feel loved, how would you describe love.

The name of the emotion that runs deep into you when you see that particular person?

Or the comfort being around that particular one.

How would you know that you're attracted and by a thin line, the difference between attraction and routine.

It's not about how happy you are with him/her, it's all about saying the answers to the question of what do you like about him/her.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Sale of the Soul

Does it not concern you when the job you hate was the job that made you stay?

why do not i scream in silence when I am still at work when the rest are sleeping soundly.

Given others, with the same liability, they would be long gone.
Why am i still here, counting the forms, the clock and my dignity.
I wonder how much is left.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Thumb Sprains and Stud Marks

Time is a luxury that i do not have.

i find myself panting in between to find space, time and air.

Time management, i'm afraid i suck in that.

I feel like a stack of old and battered bones.
I feel old, like dam fucking old.

as the digit 3 hits even nearer, i panicked.

Save me.