by | | Her
I dreamt of you, on the sofa, there you were, your lost eyes searching, searching, for me, I walked down the spiral stairs as you glanced up , your fiery eyes burning, burning with rage.
“Its too late, its too late.” I whispered softly towards you, caressing your neck, one more time, just, the last time… we kissed like no tomorrow, somehow, this felt like it has all happened before, were we, or were we not, star crossed lovers from the past?
I wished I could tell you the truth of how I feel, but that time will never come, for I decided… you are just a fantasy.. and never real.
Good bye… Mr Mysterious.
by | | FlashFiction
It hit him like a whirlwind, like a spell, like a curse… what was it about?
It HIT him like a baseball ball, knocking his logical senses out of his head.
The girl, in the black dress with a scarlet smile, smiling back at him
No, it can’t be love, it is infatuation, it is lust, it is just his testersotone.
But wait, it can’t be, it has to be something else…
Maybe it is his soul mate from his past lives, maybe they were secret lovers
Why, does her scarlet smile contain so much intrigue and mystery in one?
She was like a venus flytrap, and he… like a tiny insect, engulfed by her smell and beauty
lured seductively into her cave, before she closes him up in her… the last ecstasy before death.
Why her? Why does it has to be a woman, and not anything or anyone else.
She was a stranger, a cold blooded bat, a living, but unliving thing
Maybe it is all a fantasy, or his mind is just running wild, wild with his secret desires
He has to find her, he has to go back for her, he has to do everything in his power to be in her presence
The HIT
by | | The Scarlet Queen - Herself
Minions humor me when they talk about entrepreneurship and creativity, they say, they need courage to be the change agent blah blah, but you know, honestly, we are born to create, the moment you conform, or judge someone, you lose your god like creation mode. When you try to be unconventional, chances are, you are going to be alone, you are not going to have any friends or support, can YOU deal with that? The long hours of spent in solitude like a locked mental jail cell with your own belief system when everyone else tells you it is NOT possible? If you can deal with this, next step is to look for the right mentors, for when you are ready, the right teachers will come to you. After that, build your dynamic team…when all is set… travel the world like crazy and fall in love randomly, and get married before you become too disillusioned and start eating minions.
Dont bother spending thousands of dollars on some entrepreneurship course, all you have to do is follow your heart and the path to creativity & love will automatically flow into your life like a universal life force… and you will achieve god like state in mastery, in a snap.
If you study successful business people closely, most of them dont succeed till they found their soul mate (facebook founder included!)… so never put your career in front of love, let them happen at the same time.
Yours Sincerely,
The Scarlet Queen
by | | World
In the new world, approaching Web 3.0, I predict the convergence of technology, and accessibility and distribution of information to be widely available at speeds unforeseeable in human history, partially thanks to the big giants – Apple, Google and YouTube for the ability of reaching out globally from their independent platforms to create and disperse information and knowledge.
The convergence of technology and knowledge, will allow humanity to unite and create art forms that are merge the futuristic and advance at levels, never faster before. Our ability to learn multiple languages, dance, and mediums, with globalisation, internet, and social media, has created a new wave of mutual unity and understanding of the human race. The world is turning mobile, and the borders, are melting into borderlessness, with the union of the European Union, we are now living in a new world, that one day, we will become citizens of the world, our cultures and identity unifying as one, that’s when, we as the human race are one and the same… that’s when… wars will end.
The world is converging as I speak, and the playing field is evened out between the strong and weak, in this new world, knowledge and dexterity are the keys to survival. The traditional forms of connections, ties, and inherited titles will disappear as social mobility will depend on meritocracy and ingenuity to survive in the world of change. The world has never changed this fast, as compared to before the invention of the internet, its like everything has speeded up, communications, news, information, the speed of flow has allowed us to connect across borders without being in the same country, to trade and move goods and services smoothly through airplanes and ships. The information age of today, is probably the golden era of human civilisation. Interestingly, the people who will be left behind are those without the knowledge of the internet or computers. More funding is needed to support every child in third world countries with a laptop, so they can be part of this global economy.
by | | Her
I had resigned that fantasy is better than reality, reality is a lie itself, and fantasy is the truth. Imagination is the only salvation to what is left, and ugliness is beauty itself. In the beauty of imperfections we can only be closer to the truth. That is why as an artist, I live in reality no more and seek to create new realities in my quest for idealism.
Life is more meaningful this way.
by | | FlashFiction
“You are meant for bigger things.” she whispered in my ear before drifting away into the sea of consciousness, leaving me in fear of what is to come in the unknown future, as I tried to chase her silhouette relentlessly, I found myself falling deeper into a sinking hole, her voice echoes my name over and over and over, tormenting the core of my existence, I finally screamed and the world turned upside down as I found myself back in front of an oncoming car, before she pushed me away to the sidewalk as I fell bleeding on my knees.
As I felt the pain creeping up my spine, I felt a new aliveness like no other, a new way of experiencing life like a myriad murky pool of madness. I felt insanity boring through my sanity as I lost myself completely in my rebirth from being so close yet far from death itself.
As I watch time eating up my youth and vitality I could only pray I would complete the novel before the flames of my soul is snuffed out by the chaos and unpredictability of human nature.
Existence is temporal.
by | | Her, World
Why try, when all evidence leads to hopelessness?
The
Existential
question, why even try, with the knowledge of trying no matter what
it all points back at nothingness?
Increasingly in my journey and quest for perfection, I am meeting the road block, also known as existential crisis. It is a point where one realizes there is no point in doing whatever we are doing, because at the end of the day we are all going to die and our artwork or message might never be understood or conveyed. Watching Cloud Atlas (2012) made me realize this situation in another level, as compared to what I thought previously, which was to try and try using the sheer will power of my mind.
At this stage, I realize that the act of trying when everyone is failing, is indeed fighting against a hopeless cause, like trying to move a stone with a raindrop. To move boulders we need strong tides and waves, even a tsunami! One single rain drop, or rain can’t do shit, it just erodes the rock over time but does not move it, maybe it will disintegrate into sand over the course of millions of years but it does not solve the fundamental problem – which is to freaking move the dam rock.
As my comprehension of the situation of the world we live in grows in strength each day, the more I feel that others around me do not see what I see, thus increasing my isolation and the tendency to be misunderstood. The more I feel the suffering of others, the more I feel that there is a lack of empathy in our human race, for the drive to be competitive outweighs the basic integrity and ethnics on what it is to be a human with a heart. In this sense, my current life philosophy is leaning towards Taoism, or also known as The Way. It is the action of doing nothing, to achieve everything. Sounds pretty deep and complex, but it utilizes the way of the natural order to move objects naturally, instead of “forcing” things to happen. That is a mental form I am trying to cultivate.
As the waves of globalization take control of our basic resources and monetary system, the divide becomes more apparent. The skilled and unskilled, the rich and poor, the inequality and income gaps. Thomas Friedman was right, the world is flat. I am glad I am an outlier in the equation (being a writer with the ability to detach and see what is happening objectively). If I am in the rat race itself, it would not seem so clear to me – this madness we are living in, chasing dreams we cannot attain, collecting mountains of mortgage debt that cannot be repaid. I am glad I understand the way the system works (with a combination of my business degree background and understanding of human nature), but in the process, I see the obvious so easily, the obvious mistakes people are making, that is worrying.
Which brings me back to the point of the existential crisis – why even try? Even my very own friends can’t be bothered to try, why the hell should I try to be different. I guess, instead of living life like a goldfish, we humans have a choice to take control and choose the life we want to lead. In the process of which, I guess it is worth trying although it all points at hopelessness.
At this point of my journey, I am a hopeless convert towards realism after worshiping Robert Greene, and that itself brings me back to the realization of meaningless of existence, that would be the new direction of where my works will take me – the seeking for and forging of an identity in a chaotic world that makes no sense.
by | | On-Writing
“I am merely a fragment of your imagination gone wild.”
Reading this lecture, I realise that the construction of sentence is very similar to the construction of dance steps. As an active west coast swing dancer, the basis of our dance is technicality + musicality = style. It is similar to writing, we need technical basics in sentence structure, choice of words and diction to pull off the musicality and rhythm of our sentences, to create a unique voice (style) of our own.
For each word we choose to put into a sentence, it has to feel right and yet make sense to the reader to create a visual image. Of course, as compared to the past writings our culture emphasis more on simple constructed sentences than flamboyant ones with vocabulary that we are unaware of. The business world has converged into the writing world, where concise and precise words/sentences are valued over flashy lengthy ones.
Reading contemporary novels, I noticed that the shift towards simple short sentences with clear cut messages with some poetic message every now and then. The older novels are definitely more flashy in terms of their sensory and visual imagery.
As literature is not only accessible to the elites as compared to the past, the mainstream appeal of novels are those that are simple to read and the ability to grab a reader’s attention immediately he reads the opening.
Glancing through James Patterson books, his short chapters and fragmented sentences create intense action packed thrillers which is ruling the shelves of most book stores, after all he is the king of thrillers, and also, the richest author in the world.
Hence, I conclude that simplicity is king in our current age of writing.
by | | FlashFiction
Mirrors of you, mirrors of me
Mirrors Mirrors
Everywhere we go
Empty spaces, empty seas
Earthquake of the mind
In a sea of strawberry jam
Happiness is such a farce
In your forlorn wolf like eyes
Your bright hopes diminishing
As your mirrors lose control
You told me there was no happy ever afters like fairy tales
As your mirrors broke and I saw you sink into the well
Mirrors of you, mirrors of me
Mirrors mirrors
Everywhere we go
I wish one day you will see, what I see in the mirror between you and me.
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All I wanted… was for you to see that happiness does exist, but in your paradigm, your concept of happiness no longer exist. As I looked into your mirror, and saw you lose control… I can only wish one day you will see what I seeMaybe that is when I can finally help you, my friend. The solutions are simple and straightforwardOne cannot give happiness unless one is happyIf only I can break your mirrors and let you see the truthBut by then it is too late as the damage has been doneIn your wolf like forlorn eyesI can only seeThe mirrors that trap you And hinder you From the truth
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To break it down further,
“Mirrors” are reflections of ourselves in others, mirrors are what we so to fit into society and groups, we mirror each other words and language to find similarities with each other “The earthquake of the mind” is the mental underlying issues that cloud judgement and the ability to discern reality and death. “Sea of strawberry jam” is the bloodshed in a morbid sweet tasting way, as I saw you lick the blood of the fallen enemies like “jam” that you had conquered The rest is self explanatory.
by | | Random
You and I, we are business and art personified, like how Canada is in the language of commerce and love. Eventually, I will learn french so I can read the road signs and labels on packaging the way you do. You amaze me daily like a cinema with a thousand different endings. I wasn’t afraid of death, till… you showed me there is hope left. I am afraid now…
