Size Seven Shoes

I trace the thoughts The patterns of A kingdom found An eternity lost A stage of insecurities On curious display A sky of comets To rake out the sun A hope for peace for everyone Whilst you bide your time Flicking fleeting seconds into insignificant corners Conquering obscure lands Mapping crooked paths, wayward plans Your wishes descend Like large droplets of rain Drenching minions In anticipatory glee They clamour for things not deserved So you lay bare the cost The imminent pain An unforeseen loss A storm to weather I watch in silence The perplexity of placebos To tranquilise anxieties Your hopes to be made better But bitterness is a sneaky thief That steals your destinies Multiplying grief Unless, until a greater find Knocks down the intentions Of enemies sublime.

It is common for us in our human nature to want to restrict or condition the behaviour of someone else based on a judgment of whether what they're doing is reasonable or acceptable to us.  Thus, we have social patterns being formed, fashioned after what is collectively deemed to be right by the society we live in.  In some parts of the world, perhaps going topless in public may be so commonplace that no one would even bat an eyelid. But in certain other corners of the globe, it would be frowned upon, or the community may take it upon themselves to even reprimand or punish the person concerned. But I am not here to debate what forms of clothing (or lack of it) are acceptable or otherwise. What I am writing this post for is to question our rating of the extreme just a little bit.  We tend to label something as "extreme" if we think it is out of the norm... or to put it more bluntly, out of OUR norm. Or perhaps we ourselves just don't agree with a particular hab...

Let's talk about new things, shall we?

Received an email just yesterday from the Deputy Editor of a publication that I interviewed at previously. It's been about 5 months since then, so it's rather surprising that they should write me again on the possibilities of an interview. Funny how life goes. The timing of things. It's really hard to determine what will happen when, so I guess the best way to make the most out of things is to be openminded and willing to consider whatever it is that comes along your path. And to also be prepared to let go of things you wanted but are either not really meant for you or which is beyond your control to attain.  At the time when I originally applied to the publication I mentioned earlier, I had limited my scope of job preferences to working for a magazine. At that point in time, I would have not considered business writing nor being a journalist (the 2 jobs which I applied for recently contained these elements). So it's really quite amusing to note how my perspective ha...

* Continued from a previous post: Doggonemad Notes: 1st revision: 29 October 2010 _________________________________________________ "I'm feeling a little under the weather," I groan to the voice on the other end of the line. "I think I need the day off. I'll probably head to the doctor's after this." The thought that I am lying through my teeth came to mind. Though I had to wonder, even at that moment, how teeth could have anything to do with that. Perhaps it was like having bits of vegetables stuck between your front teeth. There'd be all these horrid bits of green protruding outwards so clearly for all to see even whilst you continually denied that any were embedded there in the first place. "It's all your fault!" I exclaim reproachfully whilst casting dirty looks at the dog. The canine's mouth was open with his lips pulled back just enough for me to see glimpses of his teeth. He looked like he was smiling. "Yes, yes...