You're Beautiful

Everyone has a narcissist in them.

From within - our character. Despising the ugly, favoring the beautiful, while being beautifully ugly in return. We're all guilty.

From without - personal disposition and outlook. A cunning mix of individuality amongst fashion and generation forefronts. Discarding the old, searching for a new, while being obstinately old and new in a sense.

For the guys, a right mix of clay and wax, sihouette-defining fabrics masking the unseen contours, topnotch (or at least within fashionable lifespan)technological babies which cry for attention and lastly, a right tan.

For the babes, the basic kueh lapis of toner, moisturiser, foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, blush and whatnots topped with prided wins from branded seasonal sprees and seasoned with classy bags crowned with metallic alphabets.

Increasingly affluent lifestyles foreshadow a need for personal aesthetics. It is noteworthy to see an increase in aesthetically sensitive people with positively defining styles lining the streets these days. They are the true models of societal impacting and styling forefronts which increase awareness amongst the people through subtle daily influences. Messages travel best visually and it is this band of beautiful people who transmit onscreen imaging to realistic encounters. Little wonder why fashion companies nowadays parade models along shopping hotspots to boost their sales. I greatly applaud the efforts of these people in keeping our society in line with everchanging fashion fronts and in moulding the country's budding styles which incorporates our climate along with available wear.

Alas, despite the hits, misses on the streets can be horribly disappointing and disgustingly plentiful. Looking perfectly right can be tough, so can being perfectly wrong. But far too many seem to possess an innate inability in establishing even the most basic of personal aesthetical appreciation. A problem which time will never solve. A problem of deception through extended periods of self admiration in mirrors and reflection of that onto photoshoped magazine idols.

While being kept in the dark through your friends' goodwill and unknowingly being snickered at from the back, what can be done is to appoint a trusty fashion consultant amongst your clique. Grant him/her the authority to smack your dresscode onto the right track while taking note of available channels to your preferred style. Remember - in aesthetics, conformity is never an option. However, the correct styles usually survive the erosion of times while the bad will be sieved away only to be revived in another aesthetical epoch for re-evaluation. It is the awareness of such styles that drives the economy and the designs of your life.

For the designing and marketing, it'll prolly do good to observe how consumers are demeaning your toil and sweat with seemingly poor colour combinations and unworldly matchups. Address these with a range of ideas on how you desire these products to be donned - be it through forums,imaging or displays. Be less dictative and more educational through them. Post advertising creator-consumer 'dialogue' is as important in preventing your precious brandname from being horribly blemished.

We can all be beautiful in and out. Let the designers think. Let our styles develop. Let our bodies do the talking. I promise that our era will be a colourful one, with monotones of the past and rainbows of the future.

Time to be continued. Part I

There was a lady. A lady who had been a nurse for decades with a richly decorated history of awards. Awards not of long term service (for she rarely worked in a place for more than 3years) but of excellence within her career. She cared beyond comfort, she looked beyond the numbers of health-maintaining machine interfaces and most importantly, she felt beyond emotions.

One fateful night, her father suffered critical health issues stemming from a prolonged inability to relief himself properly (and not making it known to her to prevent her from worrying).
Without hesitation, she summoned the ambulance to provide her paternal figure with the best possible solution to his problems. Admission to A&E ensued.

While her dearest father was being tended to, she was stranded.
Left without any options like all the others sitting (im)patiently around her at the waiting area, she could only pin herself to the hopes of the most positive outcome.

This is a common situation to many. Smothered by the silence of the room and immersed amidst the arid stench of anticeptics, one can only remain detained in the place by the tension of worrying for your loved one and the unspoken trust for whoever-the-heck doctor was tending to them. The mood remains, forever, a constant deep blue with dark thoughts streaking through the minds of the waiting room's victims.

I missed out another feeling.

There she sat rooted, silently within the abyss.
The main door swung open violently, similar as to the TV dramas that we often indulge in.

Ah, that feeling.Its...

A team of white flashed by. Rushing their goods to the immediate service of the surgery room. It was a heap of fresh red. A plan view would have resembled a red coloured sunny-side up, except that the yolk had been burst with a fork and whatever was encased within overflowed without restrictions. Lingering behind was a middle aged mother dressed in her pyjamas.

Its shock.

The lady took a glance at her. The mother's eyes were stretched wide with fear.Her hands and clothing were undecoratively stained yolk red. She was locked in an endless tremble, one which enclosed her within similar dimensions as a quake-affected area registering 7.5 on the Richter. Her son had taken a step, not out of the front door, but the kitchen window of their 9th floor apartment.

Shocking; very unpleasant and sudden

Impactfully thrown from the equilibria which she enjoyed in her daily mundane life,she fumbled clumsily for her Nokia with her Parkinson stricken hand, trying (desperately) to remember telephone numbers of her relatives. She knew that she needed to inform someone...anyone.. in the family of the calamity, but her vision was severely hindered.

She sees in her head, a red coloured sunny-side up, except that the yolk had been burst with a fork and what was encased within overflowing without restrictions. She had the privilege to see more, probably in detail too. Her brain was void of numbers.

That moment, a pair of arms embraced her frail frame tightly.
No a word spoken nor a sound made.
Just a tight hug which encased her within the lady's bosom and warmth. It was a hug which probably lasted more than a minute. That minute continued her time, time which had stopped from the moment she had been adruptly woken up by a heavy 'thud'. Her consciousness returned, momentarily, as she dialed and connected to a line.

The lady nurse went back to her seat, knowing better than anyone how the mother must be suffering from a severe psychological injury and probable physical loss. The shocked mother, now surrounded by her family, received the news of her son's death calmly.And before the shock within her gave way to dammed tears of grief, she steadily made her way to the lady.

'Thank you for the hug.'
were her last words before she broke into tears and fainted subsequently.



We can be stopped within our tracks in time in the face of any severely adverse conditions, but many a times, we, as a victim remain trapped.
This lady nurse, even in a critical state personally, was able to help the mother overcome that pause which could have crippled her life thereafter.
With a simple hug. One that the mother will never forget.

Samaritan; a person who gives sympathy and help to people in trouble.

Saving a life is not just within the confines of the surgery theatre. It can be anywhere.
Just as time is important in all situations. When time loses a meaning to something, it will still carry a meaning to other things and as long as you still carry a meaning in life, time will still go on indefinitely.

TEMPting Job

Some people take it that they are resigned to fate, some believe that fate resides within their very palms.

For me, fate comes in 2 parts, the uncontrollable 'background' which determines your family, country of birth, method of upbringing , number of siblings, wealth, inherited traits, unexpected happenings, etc. These are things that cannot be changed regardless of personal will and actions and will have to be accepted. It may or may not be attributed to another person's actions (hence your fate (>.<)).

Next is the 'forefront', which is directed by the 'wants' of your conscious mind - material comfort, status, personal outlook, educational level and hobbies. This is where things become interesting. By knowing your intended path of progress, it is possible to steer your life in the way you picture it. While things may not always be smooth sailing, as long as you harbour the right attitude, be knowledge savvy (in particular to the intended subject) and are able to react swiftly to situational changes, majority of your goals will definitely be guaranteed.

I've learnt that the world isn't always nice to you. However, if the right move is executed at the right time with the right manner, you will be able to get what you want. That's probably what I felt when i went for my temp job interview. I looked at my boss-to-be with an undaunted face and talked to her in a natural day-to-day conversational manner. Thats how I managed to touch a familiar spot on the subject of event managment and we clicked. The sub-conscious feeling of success seeped in along with a jab of adrenaline and i'd known that i got the job right there and then. The world felt nice.

There is a third factor to fate which is called luck. Luck is based (usually) from a personal viewpoint. While some may find certain happenings 'lucky', I prefer to view it as a sort of post-event thought; That getting the call from the agency, aceing the interview, getting a slightly above-average pay and being able to go overseas in the temp job is not lucky but somewhat rather a cause-and-effect from me satisfying the job pre-requisites, having made the trip to the agency and getting it right during both my interviews - i have actually done something to gurantee my securing of the job. (I also do not attribute miracles to luck.)

Has fate becomed history for me then? Not quite. The 'background' of fate, or some call it 'God's Will' still holds certain strength which constantly reminds us not to undermine its prescence. It cannot be overruled, but looking on the bright side, at least whatever freeplay we're allowed on our fate can be controlled. This bit of control does make a difference, and since this control proves to affect our very lives, do grab hold of this opportunity to exercise whatever you can to change your fate (for the better**).

The younger we start, the more time we have. And the more time we have the more we can achieve.

So why not start manipulating your fate today?

**varies from different viewpoints ...just be happy ne?

Attached are some pictures from my business trip to Shenzhen. Enjoy.

The 5 star hotel that the event was held in.

My Personal Room. Luv the pillows. Pity I got only 5hrs of sleep daily.

Tons of stuff to be showcased. Months of logistic planning hidden behind this picture.

Main event room with elaborate setup. Plenty of other rooms too. My colleague fainted on setup day due to the overextensive workload.

Teardown nightmare. 2 days and we couldn't finish even though i volunteered to start early.Phear carton boxes.

Goodbye Shenzhen, goodbye oily food and sleazy spas. Boy, could i catch some sleep!

Reunion Meetings: tete-a-tete

Age when i received my PSLE results... 12
Age when i reminisced my PSLE results with pri school mates - 21
We all realised it in a split second.( Ok, someone had problems
counting but lets protect the innocent :> ) A vast difference of 9
years.

Boy, isnt that long? Its almost been a decade.

Gatherings come by once in a blue moon. We're all lazy to take up all of that organizing hassle. Nevertheless, we met each other; not for the first time, but our first impression was as if we had never known the other ever existed.
' Who are you?'
' ... *reply of long lasting stare with complicated facial expressions*'
' Orhhhh!'
In a moment, the lingering barrier surrounding us lifted and we plunged into a journey of excavating our past fossilised memories.

Living without reminiscing is living without worry.
Living without worrying is bliss.
Its what people term Innocent Bliss, and its what i term Childhood. It is these memories that create a tinge of sourness within the depths of your heart, and it is these memories that drive a sweet little arc of a smile from the corner of your mouth - when you start remembering them.

2 phrases caught me thinking.

" Isn't it weird that we've done so many stupid things back then? I can't believe we actually did that! School was fun!"
That was primary school. That was when we WANTED to grow up. To enjoy what we cant.

"Everytime we meet, i get this fuzzy feeling.. we should meet more."
Feeling the stretch of time with our very first wrinkles, we've unknowingly immersed ourselves within the nefarious fabric of relations - and probably trapped forever within the polluted mire. And thus we now yearn for the stupidity that once warranted our blissful happiness and trusty nature.

Now... thats stupid - But its not wrong. It is how the majority would feel and it cannot be denied. Thus is the power of time. The ability to turn things around and make us act foolishly. Then comes the power of our brain. Its ability to overpower time with thoughts and memories that surpass time's temporal nature.

All we need is to be aware of our present. And we'll be open to the choice of enjoying our memories, without being locked to the past. Afterall, forward is the only way to go in the everlasting circle of time.

Birthdays

Our time started from our birth.
And our time will end by death.
We grow up ,grow strong , grow old, grow weak. Hopelessly enveloped in the chains of godless time.

I realised something today (after attending a close friend's birthday party), that we could all have forgotten/or rather lost track of passing time whilst pursuing certain goals within our life. Without any pre-warnings, we're all transcending into adulthood.

Each of us, settled amidst our lives have accepted this fact, without complaints nor awareness to all the days we've misused the vessels we call our body, to all the days we've let our emotions erupt against others, days we've loosened our thinking towards external influence or vice versa and also to the ever-increasing number of days which we start sharing and dwelling on our past memories.

Yes. We're ageing. Getting older every second brings us the experience and bonds in which we'll (in time) come to cherish and link to the happiness within our hearts. Its probably all still good. Because the evils of ill health and impaired bodily functions have not set in yet. It is but a matter of time; so if life is about all these happiness put together, i'd like to rally everyone to such a thought - Preserving our 'able-bodied lifespan' to its fullest will increase the total happiness we can harness through life, but would you prolong the life of someone terminally ill to lengthen their suffering? Is that happiness to oneself, or rather just preventing happiness to the victim?
I guess the answer would depend on each party's views regarding the value of life and death.


The timeless void records all for as long as blogger matters. It is afterall still chained to time, with the exception of being less restrained by it. After all, it wouldn't rot nor shine like we do.

Revival of the Void

The Timeless Void has truly been void of entries for the past year. Thats thanks to my busy schedule *cough* or maybe i'd just been avoiding it. Nevertheless, i shall announce its revival today , on the 15th Feb 07. (After painstakingly recovering my Username through my email and recovering my Password through my username which took a lengthy process of less than sixty seconds)

Joy. I've ORD'ed. May good jobs come my way. May granny stay happy and healthy. May i find someone to cherish. May i further myself in this intricate human world.

Happy chinese new year.

The timeless void

Ever wondered why time flows away?
Why it never returns?
The timeless void explains it




Everything that you've not achieved is voided. It happened. It did not change anything, hence it doesnt matter anymore. If it did, i'm proud to tell you that it has successfully transcended into being part of your current life, but do not be assured by this sentence, for time will once again chew everything to nothingness.

In the end, you're nothing.
Nothing unless you read the timeless void.
And then, you'll know why...