All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.

Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

I fell in love with you the second I layed eyes on you, it had nothing to do with the way you looked, there was something in your eyes, then I found out what was in your heart.

This blog is dedicated to several people.

Clan LegO
Michele Cheow



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Poetry and major works archive

The Michele Cheow Collection

Fragments Of A Song
And the End
Ocean of Madness
A Millon Pieces
This Night
One Day
Regret
Once Upon A Song

The Musing In Between

A Friend's Lament
Supernova
On A Dish
Green Eyed Monster
Cloud Castle
My Love For You
The Moth And The Candle
The Marble, Brook and Star
Footprints
A Night Of Magic
Imprisoned
Masks
Inspiration
The Songbird And The Maestro
Hydra
Apple
Skylines
Strings
Fragile
If Only You Could See The Geometry

A New Light

Deus' Magnum Opus
Rain
Impulse
In-toxication
Duel

Hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all

The world will not end when God grants it.
It will end when the last heart is broken

Dexter
DongWei
EngYian
Gina
Grace
GuangRui
HuiMin
JiaWen
JLam
Joey
Melvyn
TingJun
WeiRong
YunYing
Yvonne
ZhengRui

Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Some amusing statements i read recently:

WP: A reason why the Allies went ahead with the Atomic Bomb even though they were afraid they might start a nuclear chain reaction that cannot be stopped, blowing up the world.
-Might the atmosphere catch fire? Probably not. (but that was not the main problem). The big worry was that if the allies didnt get nuclear fission working soon then the Germans would beat them to it. Given choice between our blowing up the world and the enemies blowing up the world, it was obvious what to do.
WP: There, beat that.

Scientisit always asks the wrong question of, 'why does it happens?'. For example, they might ask, 'why do zebras form herds?' and following which they would analyse the zebra psyche and all that crap. Now, if we asked a simpler question, the direct opposite of the former, 'what if zebras dont form herds?', the answer become glaringly obvious. Because they will become lion's dinner'. (will refine this later, its midnight and I have chem to do)
posted @ 12:11 AM