Yup, time for a nap. (photo courtesy of http://stresstopower.com/blog/wp-con.../cat-rain1.jpg)

Pitter patter, pitter pit, dripping dropping
On my skin. Cooling drops flowing sliding
Taking my wearies and troubles flowing
Here on the field of grass with the rain clouds floating.
I close my eyes and open my ears, a melody of peace
Washes away fear...

7 Reasons why being a Moderator isn't as awesome as you think.


"Meh" (photo courtesy of http://www.funnyanimalpictures.net/d...1/rude_cat.jpg)

Every forum has moderators, they are the ones who try to make sure everybody follows the rules and everybody can have some fun. Some moderators are adolescent power-trippers on a marijuana high, others are gentle patient people who...

Seven Deadly Sins ?! OH NO ! (photo courtesy of http://www.ece.mcgill.ca/~elotay/scream.jpg)

I am not sure and thus cannot speak for all of us, but I can and will assume that the topic of the 7 Deadly Sins are not unfamiliar to you. Some of you might even grow up on these principles and are striving in your daily lives to stay far away from these supposedly naughty things.

But look at it in another way,...

The things that I see have left me in despair ! (Photo courtesy of http://irregularbloggers.files.wordp...tivational.jpg)

Rarely comes the time when I build up so much negativity that it must be released quickly lest it consumes me. Such are the times when I look around me and find things that have utterly left me in despair. Let us cut to the chase and introduce...

To be frank, company activities actually bore me. Dinner and Dance is one of them boring things because the speeches are long and the content mind-numbingly retarded. Often times the person up there speaking knows nothing about what the ground level personnel are even going through. The food is not bad though, but if I want good food I wish I do not have to dress up and play kissy face with some of the unsavory characters in this corporation.

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When is the Time to wash away these tears
That leaves deep stains that shock and shear?
The tears that lingers and etches like acid
The longer they stay the more costly to treat.
When if the Time for the heart to be open
And all troubles are no longer a burden.
The pain and sorrow which weights on the soul,
That has all your happiness and joy in its hold.
Is it Time to finally let it all go, and rise
To heights that one can ever realise?...

In the mysterious industry where I lay down my body to rest, there are always newcomers trying to edge in for the pickings. This time we have three interns who have joined us, and they will be with us for a few months as we evaluate their ability remain productive and alive.


Sometimes, this is the only way to earn you that promotion. (Photo courtesy of http://www.istockphoto.com/file_clos...php?id=4942084)...

Challenges of Writing 1

As Dead People officially moves forward not just here in SGClub but also in many other places, there are certain trends and issues that I have noticed, which will certainly help me in my craft in the few more submissions to come.

Firstly, I have come to realize that some places do not have the right crowds where my writing can be properly critiqued. Dropping off some of my sample chapters and character biographies in a prominent writers' circle,...

Prologue - Eulogy 2: Leaving Kalam

Only the best will go into Afterlife.
- A phrase commonly heard in Kalam, often as a whispered prayer before battle.

Making sure the spring-loaded dagger is secure in his wrist guard, the boy of eleven checks his equipment and weapons again. Today is his naming day and his father grimly told him that he must embark on a dangerous mission. Infiltrate into the dreaded undead metropolis just beyond the borders of Kalam and make...

Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours:, with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;
With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief;
The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf
Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned
His visionary brow; a glow-worm lamp
It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land...