Fire Colors...

January's curtain is closing,but it feels like forever.I wish the year ends sooner,that way,I will feel more alive and hopeful that the year actually begins fresh.As if all that had happened during the year before didn't matter anymore.Technically,it is the new year because my identification cards states that my race is Chinese but honestly,I don't feel like I'm one.There's no reunion dinner,no tossing of food in the air and definitely,no red packets hunting.What I do have is an abundance of oranges(if it symbolises wealth then I'm filthy rich,which underlines that fact that I'm a Chinese boy who has no clue in my racial customs).Besides I don't think I look good in red,as much as I am a Manchester United fan.But then again,nothing looks good on me so I might as well go naked.

I know it's only the first month and yet I'm already complaining.This was supposed to be a year of hope and change.All I see now is hope for a spare change,of course this referring to the economy.My tutor will be proud I didn't use the word 'economics' and 'sucks' in the same sentence,oh wait,I just did.Sure it doesn't affect me directly since I am not working and I shouldn't be worried about getting retrenched amongst other things but I too am afraid of how it will affect my family.I have a dad who should be retired by now not just because of his age,but also because he deserves to retire peacefully after working for pretty much his whole life.I have a loving mom who's plays the perfect housewife and a social circle-less brother who's stuck in national service for more or less another year.Soon enough,I think I will be caught dead begging and hoping for spare change along Orchard Rd with or without a guitar in hand.Now that's starving artist for you.

Life is just a clean white canvas,waiting to be painted with all shades of colour by the artist.Ourselves.We make decisions every second,knowingly and unknowingly.We are the masters of our own lives,that is why when we die,all that's left is the masterpiece.The gentle strokes of the brush on the smooth fabric,sketching every single detail down to its finest grain.There are only so much colours in a rainbow,but because of its endless combination,they sparked more colours in the universe.Some brighter to represent the more happier times.The darker ones more often associated to gloomy days that filled the skies.As each colour merges,their roads intertwined forming a new relationship between the people around us.But not all of them are lucky enough to start from one end of the canvas,once it reaches the other end,only memories are left.Some luckier to have been overdrawn by other colours making their lives look more meaningful.Some leads a long yet unicolour life,people you knew existed but never had the chance to know.But sometimes,there are times in which you choose to cut all ties with that person who meant so much to you but because of circumstances,you are left with a parallel choice.Fire the world of colors away...(tbc in the next post)


Like the leaf that sleeps through summer
We all trade the sun for dreams
Soon we'll fade from green to fire colors
As we spill to grasses green

I have realised, I'll only be here for awhile
Life comes and goes, before you know
I have realised that life's a blessing, and a trial
You could come, then go before you know
Why you're living this life

Do we have a hope?
Do we have a hope?

We all wonder why we wake each morning
As we breathe our nicotines
Are we here only to suffer aging?
Are we here to fall like leaves?

I have realised, I'll only be here for awhile
Life comes and goes, before you know
I have realised that life's a blessing, and a trial
You could come, then go before you know
Why you're living this life

Do we have a hope?
Do we have a hope?
Do we have a hope?

I have realised, I'll only be here for awhile
Life comes and goes, before you know
I have realised that life's a blessing, and a trial
You could come, then go before you know
Why you're living this life


Fire Colors by The Send.