Words.

Speech. Thoughts. Emotions. Touch.

They appear in different mediums. Expressed in a million ways. A special moment different with time. Timeless are these words, as meanings are engraved into it. Like a ring put onto a new-wed’s finger, it is etched onto the heart. Connection is like magnetized poles, attracting and repelling society.  

 Words. Powerful they are, if you choose them wisely. Meaningful, if you put much thought into it. Reckless, if you lose your grip for it spreads like a wild forest fire. Words may be monotonous. Add emotion and feelings into it, and what you get is impact. A hard strong whack that sweeps you off your feet. 

Expressing words is what we do everyday. Communicating to people. Entertainment in music. Agressive action in arguments. I wonder, if you are a word, what would you be? 

 For me, it will be freedom. A bird with wings, flying high above the clouds, bringing me to new places that I’ve always dreamed of going. Soaring to greater heights, a new world would be discovered. The scent of foriegn land, thrill me with creativity of what my next adventure would be…

Till next time 🙂 

Piece of Mind

Sound. So soft and light.

Drifting in the wind, floating on a breeze.

Weak and bleak, disappear before you hear.

Echoes in resonance, pieces of puzzle.

What am I? I do not know. 

 

Stay calm, and you will hear me.

For raging emotions, drown me in sorrow.

When heart is still, you will know.

What am I? I do not know.

9th July 2015

 – a sound from the world

Do tell me your thoughts of this poem, and try guessing “What am I?”. I’m curious to know your takes on this piece! 😁

*Hint! It’s within you!*

Expectations

8th July 2015

They are there for you to know where you stand. It is something to define who you are, what you are made of. Fufilling them is no easy task, for each expectation is like a checkpoint in a marathon. It stretches and pulls the mark further from you every time you’re about to hit it. It is a game of tag, with a twist of it not being able to stop.  

 Life’s full of expecations. You have to do this because you are supposed to. You must do that because you got to. It is expected that you do those that are expected of you. Failure is not an option, because it is expected of you.  

 Giving up. A phase many experience before arriving at the finish line. Imagine this, where you can see the finish line. Pain, blood, sweat and hard work poured into your efforts to achieve the beautiful dream. Achieving what is expected of you. It feels like a boulder resting on your shoulders. Heavy and bulky granite cutting into your bones. Only when you make it past the end point with it, then people will begin to acknowledge your presence. Fatigue hit you hard, and you relaxed your shoulders. It felt good. You relax your muscles more.  Blood started to flow and you could breathe again. Finally you gave in to the faint voice echoing in your head, 

“It’s too hard..”

 The giant boulder fell and broke into a million pieces.  

 I’ll do it again. I’ll try harder. I’ll give it my best. People ain’t going to listen to that. 

“Look kid, you had your shot. You failed. Now go somewhere else.”

Droplets of water splattered on the debris as your tired coarse hands covered your face. Warm trinklets of regret streaked down as you bit your lips to stop the pain. The blame is on you, and you only have yourself to blame. A whisper of regret would last an eternity. But if one thing is for sure, and you are sure of it, picking up the pieces would be like shredding new skin. 

 “I tried my best.”

The Morning Commute

8th July 2015

A new day. The start. Repeat.

This is a normal routine of my world. Dragging yourself to work. Zombiefied. Hypnotized by our smart gadgets, eyes fixated at glass with different feeds of the world. Our lives revolve so much around what that is virtual that we forget to look straight at reality. Like really, you forget to walk straight. 

The system. The cursed damn system. Primary, Secondary and maybe Tertiary. Before you know it, “BAM!” You’re sitting at an office table behind some unknown company working your life away for a piece of paycheck. Motivation in life is just seeing those zeroes appear in increasing numbers. Irony is, when you have achieved your satisfied number, you’ll finally look at the mirror and see how screwed up your life is. Wait, correction.. It’s how you screwed your life up. You look at the broken shattered pieces of your soul and body. Then you start to pick yourself up and glue your health back together. Sad truth is, a broken vase would never be the same once it’s broken.

The hours spent on overtime caused you so much sleep debt that your eyes could pass off as a native panda. Coffee that you glugged to stay awake in office, made your skin all shriveled up and dry. I blame caffeine for that but screw that, I love coffee still. Looking a the bigger picture, you’ll start to realize that work has made a circle around you. It’s called a barrier. Where you are inside with your friends repelled from you. Work has taken your life away, rewarding you with money in exchange of time. 

 Time. To spend with your family. To spend with your friends. To spend with yourself. The saying goes, “Time is money.” But let me ask you this, is money, Time?

  

First day of work

7 July 2015

Things are going to get crazy this month. Like, crazy, hectic and busy. I’ve got myself into an event by SG50 that’s gonna take up most of my life manning a small booth, whistl I travel around people and taking random shots of people coming around. Well, maybe if you’re round the corner you’ll be able to see me! 

I’m still wondering what should I do with my life. Which road should I take, with so many factors affecting my decisions. Family, status, friends.. So many things tying me down before I could hit the sky. Traveling, is no doubt one of my favorite hobbies to discover myself. It allows me learn the secrets that my heart withhold, and ignite my passion for things. Meeting people is nonetheless one of the rewarding things of traveling, as I collect new memories and stories about their life. How I wish I could be a traveller my whole life!

Sadly, living in the world of mine doesn’t allow that. I am bound behind bars of education and limited with time to satisfy expectations (of people and society) 

Living life to the fullest is one of my goals in life, and so is fulfilling my passion. Arts is a field, belittled by my world, for people define it as a path to a dead end. Money means success, and success means you’re good. 

A question stuck me when I saw that there’s something missing in this equation. 

What about happiness? 

Rich can buy many things. Things that everyone dream of. Possessions that every man desires. Desire burns like a fire and fulfilling it is like adding fuel. The flame burns brighter, bigger and more fiercely. Flame clouds the heart with smoke and soon, you see life blinded by riches. Mirages fog your vision when your heart wavers to these desires. 

The happiness you once knew became so hard to find. This is because Happiness, comes from the heart.

Of course, without doubt there are exceptions. Rich people can be happy too. Why not? They give, share and gain at the same time. I wish the same too. Because when I look around me, through the day, lesser smiles are on people’s faces. 

The world needs to be a happier place, not so much of successful already cause we have plenty. It’s time for a change. A good change. And I’ll want to make it a happy one 🙂

 

Till next time 🙂

The Old Istana

Just yesterday a couple of my friends went down to this old abandoned house to do a photoshoot. It was eerie and interesting, where the architecture was impressive. The ornaments of the houses could clearly tell that it was a magnificent house during it’s golden days. But looking at the burnt debris, the house is now an old abandoned wreckage.

It is one of Singapore’s famous hotspots for photographers thrilled to finding something “unexpected”. Getting there wasn’t easy, as we had to pass through a jungle trail with steep obstacles before arriving at our destination.

Looking at the building, it looked like a massive mansion with 2 levels. Stories told that the roof was blue, but a fire broke out due to an electrical surge and it burnt down. This is what is left of the top.

Here are some pictures as I began shooting!

    

As we explored the second floor, we were starting to run out of places to shoot. There were wasp and hornet hives around too, so we decided to shift our location inside the Istana. That’s when the pictures started to turn, well.. creepy. The dark was   murky and I could feel the chills of my spine when the doors creak. The graffiti on the walls seemed like rituals were done in the past, each of them sending a different message. A great big illuminati symbol greeted us before when we took the stairs up, staring at us again as we stepped down to the basement.

We started from up, and now we are going down.

Stay tuned for the next part! 🙂

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Hello! I’m Jia Gen and I’ve just joined WordPress! I love to take pictures and travel, so I picked up photography to capture pictures around the world.

It has been my hobby ever since I held my first camera, where I bet my grades to convince my Dad to buy me a Nikon D7000. I’m also shooting with a new buddy to the collection, which is a Sony a7ii. I’ve one more to the list, which is the Sony a6000 Semi-Pro Camera but that’s gonna have to wait till I earn more money to afford one.

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