prxmilx:

Secularism Vs Modernism : through the lens of a hybrid 

In the face of globalisation, 
hybridisations may seem very welcoming. 
But in the face of true identity? 

“The root to all evil is money” we usually say. But in these times, it’d be more appropriate to requote ” The root to all evil is hybridisation”

As humans we need to think and rethink if differentiations and variations are necessary or even beneficiary. Are we mere guinea pigs of divisional social experiments or are we an intergral part of purity? 

You decide for our communal future.

prxmilx:

Secularism Vs Modernism : through the lens of a hybrid

In the face of globalisation,
hybridisations may seem very welcoming.
But in the face of true identity?

“The root to all evil is money” we usually say. But in these times, it’d be more appropriate to requote ” The root to all evil is hybridisation”

As humans we need to think and rethink if differentiations and variations are necessary or even beneficiary. Are we mere guinea pigs of divisional social experiments or are we an intergral part of purity?

You decide for our communal future.

lovelifemisery:

Formal chic featuring my best buddies 😜#ootd  (Taken with Instagram)

lovelifemisery:

Formal chic featuring my best buddies 😜#ootd (Taken with Instagram)

lovelifemisery:

Formal chic part 2 featuring Mr Hoot Hoot  (Taken with Instagram)

lovelifemisery:

Formal chic part 2 featuring Mr Hoot Hoot (Taken with Instagram)

prxmilx:

F a i t h
Midst chaos, find peace.Midst darkness, find light.Everything in the universe is not a random calculationbut God’s creation of meticulous vibration.
See. Believe. Speak.Create your sound of faith; the sound of life. Build a fortress of will against the demons.Break through the spiritual realm and find your refuge.  
Even when death finds itself within you,Be the life. Be in God’s life.  

prxmilx:

F a i t h

Midst chaos, find peace.
Midst darkness, find light.
Everything in the universe is not a random calculation
but God’s creation of meticulous vibration.

See. Believe. Speak.
Create your sound of faith; the sound of life. 
Build a fortress of will against the demons.
Break through the spiritual realm and find your refuge.  

Even when death finds itself within you,
Be the life. Be in God’s life.  

prxmilx:

meet my twin

prxmilx:

meet my twin

You can't read me like an open tumblr book.: The Human Flaw :

prxmilx:

She sits at the corner of her room
with her hair hung over her face.
Her face is as pale as candle wax.
She can no longer feel home in her own body; her scared temple.

Guilt, remorse, anger and emptiness hover around her
like little magpies.
They leech onto to her shadow,
making sure they…

prxmilx:

In darkness, find your the light. 

prxmilx:

In darkness, find your the light. 

prxmilx:

The Cardinal Sins
On a chilly dark wintry night,Belphegor lures you into his vicious trap:His trap of laziness.
‘Its just… mind over matter’ they say. ‘Just one last time, ONE LAST TIME.’ he echoes.Echoes it from the distant foggy frosty forest.
As weak you are his big tempting hands, You easily give in:You forgo persistence for pleasure.
The desire to sin is increasingly alluring.Soon Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Beelzebub and Satan come along.Forcefully dumping filth down your body: The temple of god.
Hot tears stream down your frigid rosy cheeks.Your heart aches with grief when you finally realise your mistakes.The mistakes from which you never learned from.
Then, self-immolation enters your, desperate, chaotic, mind.’DO IT!’, he snarls with firm authority.
At top speed, you see,a defined blinding streak of thunder, ascending from the heavens,strikes a snail.
God smiles. From his warm smile, you understand of his everlasting love.You do not have smear its cold slime all over yourself, anymore.With god on your inner sanctum, summer blooms.And you begin defining your walk of salvation.

prxmilx:

The Cardinal Sins

On a chilly dark wintry night,
Belphegor lures you into his vicious trap:
His trap of laziness.

‘Its just… mind over matter’ they say. 
‘Just one last time, ONE LAST TIME.’ he echoes.
Echoes it from the distant foggy frosty forest.

As weak you are his big tempting hands, 
You easily give in:
You forgo persistence for pleasure.

The desire to sin is increasingly alluring.
Soon Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Beelzebub and Satan come along.
Forcefully dumping filth down your body: The temple of god.

Hot tears stream down your frigid rosy cheeks.
Your heart aches with grief when you finally realise your mistakes.
The mistakes from which you never learned from.

Then, self-immolation enters your, desperate, chaotic, mind.
DO IT!’, he snarls with firm authority.

At top speed, you see,
a defined blinding streak of thunder, 
ascending from the heavens,
strikes a snail.

God smiles.
From his warm smile, you understand of his everlasting love.
You do not have smear its cold slime all over yourself, anymore.
With god on your inner sanctum, summer blooms.
And you begin defining your walk of salvation.

School of thoughts
Spikes, edges and words.Your words hurt like spikes. Poking and tugging my the strings of my heart, I surrender my life at the edges of your world. 

School of thoughts

Spikes, edges and words.
Your words hurt like spikes. 
Poking and tugging my the strings of my heart, 
I surrender my life at the edges of your world.

 

Let’s all make love
Heavily intoxicated by love,the cupid painted the skyin a pretty hue of pink,leaving the rest to the angel of darkness.
Heavily laced with romance,lust choked the air. Rose petals scattered across the cloud beds,left behind stains of an erotic cult.

Let’s all make love

Heavily intoxicated by love,
the cupid painted the sky
in a pretty hue of pink,
leaving the rest to the angel of darkness.

Heavily laced with romance,
lust choked the air. 
Rose petals scattered across the cloud beds,
left behind stains of an erotic cult.

was feeling a lil edgy today~~~

was feeling a lil edgy today~~~

Angel
Morning came, the clouds were looming with despair.Then an angel flew,and took away the grim on our faces replacing it with a grin.

Angel

Morning came, 
the clouds were looming with despair.
Then an angel flew,
and took away the grim on our faces 
replacing it with a grin.

morning lights. monday blues.time waits for no man.

morning lights. 
monday blues.
time waits 
for no man.

Breakfast
The first meal of the day, is often neglected by Singaporeans due their hectic lifestyles. We are indeed welcomed with peek hour rushes in first thing in the morning. However during the weekends, we see families coming together to break their fast with their loved ones at fast-food joints, hawker centers. This ceremonious event is considered to be one of the Singaporean culture and practices.

Breakfast

The first meal of the day, is often neglected by Singaporeans due their hectic lifestyles. We are indeed welcomed with peek hour rushes in first thing in the morning. However during the weekends, we see families coming together to break their fast with their loved ones at fast-food joints, hawker centers. This ceremonious event is considered to be one of the Singaporean culture and practices.

Be it,
fashion, street, food, scenery, style or photography,
I bring it to you authentically singaporean Visit my personal page @ prxmilx.tumblr.com