What a strange cup

So why did i choose the title of this blog? The thing is, i don't have any special reason. No deeper meaning behind those words. No symbolism that hides some special experience. I was just having coffee with a friend one Sunday afternoon. That day i was running words in my head to use as a title for a new blog. I practically used up all the word combinations of the things that i saw at that cafe, and they were all unavailable. Then this certain combination came up. And that is how we got here.

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A World of Clowns

clowns. what do they represent? --- clowns have always been scary for me. i don't really have any bad experiences with them when i was younger. quite frankly, i never really have that much chance to meet them. yet, i can still get terrified with them. subconsiously, it might not be how they look like or how they act that scares me. it's what they represent. --- when you see a clown, you see exaggerated features of happy or sad faces. to most children both the sad and happy clowns are still funny. the faces clearly express their intended emotion. the really pale makeup excessively enhances the already large smiling or pouting lips and subtly hides the eyes. it is a mask. the clown wears a mask that hides the true disposition of the person. the clown may look happy or sad but you have no idea what he might be feeling. quite an effective mask. it is, however, a different kind of mask. for other masks just hides the face and the emotions behind. they are mostly ne...

On the Day of Hearts

On the day of hearts, when love seemed drunk with passion, lonely hearts gets lonelier. It is like a double-edged sword that could pierce straight through the heart. No matter how much some would insist that it is just like any other day, with a lot of people acting differently and the sheer amount of publicity – this is definitely not just an ordinary day. It’s a day that most people celebrate their love and luck at finding their partners. The way they ‘found’ each other is probably as varied as the number of stars that litter the sky tonight. And with how many factors that could be attributed to these meetings, it is mostly due to luck. Or, to make the description better (although equally as vague), it is mostly due to chance. It’s probably just a waste of time trying to answer the questions how and why one finds a match in this world. By the time that is answered, we probably have found the answers to the many other unanswered questions about life. Even so, there are still ...

Ordinarily Broken

Feeling so ordinarily wide awake at 3 am. Staring at the ceiling, waiting for things to fade. When it seems to be the only thing that i could do, As all my uncertainties become surrender. My world falls apart, and i'm left crawling. But this is not something i can talk about. While it all seemed so simple and dull, It was never easy staying here somehow. The same signs at each turn of every road, Like a silly game of catching the same lie. And when the night pulls over its blanket, I scream mad at the hollow of my life. I know i need to tell you what this is about, Why the stir in my faceted demeanor, Especially when i laughed at my own joke, But maybe you don't really need to know. I tend to my own wounds marked for nothing, Ordinarily caught up in a moment of sorrow. And i close the windows to never let you see, A face that was both broken and defeated by fate. ----- 2016-09-20 @sg

The Strange Cup