Bye Bye...

One by one the seeds were sown –
That was how crops were grown.
Drop by drop the flood was formed –
That was how crops were gone.
Block by block the bricks were laid –
That was how walls were made.
Bomb by bomb the land was shelled –
That was how walls were felled.
Bit by bit the rubbers were torn –
That was how people were born.
Year by year the time went by –
That was how people aged and die.
Cent by cent the businesses grew –
That was how names were debuted.
Part by part the rumors were passed –
That was how names were last.
Day by day nothing had happened –
That was how our world thrived.
Side by side our brethren were threatened –
That was how our world dived.

Help Available...

You are troubled and lost. Your sense of direction is camouflaged by your problems, and you wish to talk about it but just couldn’t seem to find anyone who is willing to listen to you. Some of them who listened to you provided immature solutions to your troubles, which are of little help and even aggravating the situation at times.

Therefore, you try to hide your troubles by ignoring them. However, hiding your troubles does not necessarily mean that they will be solved naturally with time. Somewhere down your road in life, these troubles will return to haunt you, thus damaging your mental and physical health as you once again try to suppress them.

You attempt to solve your troubles by confronting them. Unfortunately, it is easier said than done. The correct strategies have to be applied to optimally eradicate a problem, which you might think that you have done so, but the result just doesn’t turn out as expected. In fact, most people will just crash head on with their troubles and hope for the best. Sadly, the chances for success are no better than buying a lottery ticket.

Then here I come, to save your day. I am no superhero, nor am I a businessman. I do not simply zap away your troubles, but will help you solve them effectively and efficiently. I will offer my listening ear and my helping hand for free. I believe in helping someone for the good of mankind, and that money is evil and it makes the world go blind. I have high myopia and I do not wish to go blind so early in my life.

Now here come the barriers. You are shy, think that it is not nice to trouble me, or just find it troublesome to tell someone else your troubles. If you are shy, you can always email me anonymously. I’m here to solve your troubles and not trying to win your love or expecting something in return. If you think that it is not nice to trouble me, don’t think. You are of course troubling me by telling me your troubles, but sharing your troubles with me is one of the nicest things that you can do. Solving your troubles gives me one of the greatest satisfactions in life. If you find it troublesome to tell someone else your troubles, then I’m sorry I cannot help you unless you meet up with me and let me have a shot at reading your mind. It might take some time, but if you are willing to be helped, I am determined to help.

You can contact me on MSN/E-Mail. Be hearing from you soon.

Friendship...

A friend missing with time,
Is like the sun setting in the sky.
Sooner or later one will find,
Brightness will once again say hi.
One’s reluctance to congregate,
Is like the clouds drifting in the sky.
It frustrates the camaraderie formed by fate,
By blocking all contact at a blink of an eye.
Luckily the clouds though thick have rifts,
And is one of the things that will never change.
But as aims adjusts and focus shifts,
The sunlight that shines through is not the same.
So one constantly has the chance,
To meet a changed lost friend out there.
Even if it is just a glance,
It reignites the friendship both have once shared.

Is Being Kiasu Always Rewarding? Think Again...

As the temperatures soar,
Puddles of sweat merge on the floor.
Competition is fierce amongst us;
Everyone wants to be the first.
Finally the bus arrives at the bay;
Passengers rush up without delay.
Shoving and squeezing they try their best;
Once they sit down they feel very blessed.
They smirk at the others who yet to board;
Savoring the air-con and seat they hog.
The world is unfair though it is round;
In numerous ways that are too profound.
Somehow suddenly the bus breaks down,
Making the “winners” look like clowns.
The driver ran away to seek for help,
Leaving the unfortunate to sit and yelp.
Help arrives promptly but the bus is dead;
Those that think they are early are late.
After a while another bus came by;
As usual passengers rush up like they fly.
The previous “winners” are jumping like mad,
For they are trapped and not very glad.
When they ultimately manage to alight,
The bus is full and ready to take flight,
Much to the new winners’ delight.