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Truth Issue: Why I Use Overly Complicated English (Continued)
0 Comments Published September 19th, 2007 in Philosophy & Paradox, Speak the truthIn the last post, I had left something out. My memory is imperfect.
When emotions are intense, I prefer to use specific words to describe them. My emotions are sparked by different reasons, which I rarely reveal.
Still, I crave my readers’ empathy and understanding. Without knowing the cause of my anger(or other emotions), it is difficult […]
Truth Issue: Why Do I Use Overly Complicated English?
0 Comments Published September 19th, 2007 in Philosophy & Paradox, Speak the truthThe issue I want to tackle today is:
Why do I use overly complicated English?
There are many reasons for this:
By choice
Writing without a plan
Experimentation of English
By Habit
Combination
I shall go over them in detail now:
By Choice
Like anyone else, I’d prefer to keep personal matters secretive. And despite that secrecy, I want to be heard. I […]
The Oath Of A Dead Sovereign
6 Comments Published June 2nd, 2007 in Philosophy & Paradox, Reminiscence, The Nacissist, WritingsI stride,
head held high,
my kingdom now restored.
Finally lay I, the tired king,
the sleeping calm pervades.
Readily, the ancient throne, renounced.
My people, all are safe.
Lighter and lighter, my soul ascends.
The body turns to dust.
Oppressors to my ancient land,
take heed of my caveat!
Though death has claimed my right to reign
I hear my people’s voice.
The moment the song of […]
These past weeks, I found myself frequently dwelling on a certain problem. The more I “contemplated”, the more my eyes became tainted. So much so that I lost my sense of calm.
However, with some outside perspective, I managed to find myself, albeit still injured. Being so overwhelmed previously, I failed to heal. It happened so […]
Pass On Memories And Knowledge
12 Comments Published May 2nd, 2007 in Philosophy & Paradox, ReminiscenceOn my way home, I gazed into the distance and there it was. From where the bus had stopped, I could clearly see the familiar lighted orange roof of ‘Forty Storeys’ against Toa Payoh’s darkening skies. It immediately brought back dramatic images of that evening; grey swirling clouds, the sweet night-time zephyr and warm faces […]
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