Look at all the s**t Life is giving me,
Who does he think he is?
like a sharp blade to my wrist,
Life doesn't want me to not be harmed,
he puts needles through my temples,
and pierce a stake through my heart,
i am not a vampire for the love of pete!
nor am i one of your torture subjects!
but why do you think you can do this to me?
Why not just make me drink cyanide,
and get it over with?
or pour kerosene and strike a match to me,
see me burn up like a paper doll,
maybe you'd be content,
if i lay in a pine-box,
and buried six-feet down,
but, no, you'd rather see me struggling,
as if i'm tied up with a straight-jacket,
banging my head against walls,
bits of my brains splattered all over,
as you grin in satisfaction,
for your plans have suceeded,
and you have yet, claimed another victim
of insanity.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Evening
i look out the window and ask myself,
what am i doing indoors on a fine day like this?
the sun is shining like dances of little elves,
and the wind is blowing tenderly like a lover's kiss.
i step outside into the moist earth,
feel the wind caressing my cheeks,
it's as if the day had just gave birth,
a brand new day at half-past six.
the trees swayed like choir groups,
and the flowers danced like pixies,
the ants marched on like army troops,
and the birds sang in melodies.
clouds, soft as cotton, rolled lazily in the sky,
like candy-floss in a summer's day,
an eagle soared majestically up high,
and swallows flew in flocks in May.
little fishes peeked meekly from the lake water,
as frogs croaked and called the rain,
the ducks didn't mind getting wetter,
as they dipped their heads in the pond made by rain.
so beautiful i see the wonders of nature,
where little things make up the scene,
and complements the beauty of it all,
if we only took the time to notice it.
what am i doing indoors on a fine day like this?
the sun is shining like dances of little elves,
and the wind is blowing tenderly like a lover's kiss.
i step outside into the moist earth,
feel the wind caressing my cheeks,
it's as if the day had just gave birth,
a brand new day at half-past six.
the trees swayed like choir groups,
and the flowers danced like pixies,
the ants marched on like army troops,
and the birds sang in melodies.
clouds, soft as cotton, rolled lazily in the sky,
like candy-floss in a summer's day,
an eagle soared majestically up high,
and swallows flew in flocks in May.
little fishes peeked meekly from the lake water,
as frogs croaked and called the rain,
the ducks didn't mind getting wetter,
as they dipped their heads in the pond made by rain.
so beautiful i see the wonders of nature,
where little things make up the scene,
and complements the beauty of it all,
if we only took the time to notice it.
Pay Day
Alas, the day has come,
Where i stand in line,
For all i know that is to come,
Where i get what's rightfully mine.
365 days a year,
In every hours of my wake,
i work my bones without a fear,
for every penny that i will make.
The heat of the Sun scorching my back,
with sweat from my brow falling like rain,
it burns red hot at the back of my neck,
but through all these years I feel no pain.
we are all labours of life,
working hard just to survive,
but never once did we deprive,
from food and shelter to our children and wife.
henceforth comes the day we wait,
for once it never comes too late,
we hold our hands out, and say,
a nice meal we will feast today.
Where i stand in line,
For all i know that is to come,
Where i get what's rightfully mine.
365 days a year,
In every hours of my wake,
i work my bones without a fear,
for every penny that i will make.
The heat of the Sun scorching my back,
with sweat from my brow falling like rain,
it burns red hot at the back of my neck,
but through all these years I feel no pain.
we are all labours of life,
working hard just to survive,
but never once did we deprive,
from food and shelter to our children and wife.
henceforth comes the day we wait,
for once it never comes too late,
we hold our hands out, and say,
a nice meal we will feast today.
Friday, August 24, 2007
His Life
as shards of glass pierce through my skin,
and bits of rocks embed itself in me,
i feel my life scroll by,
like pictures from an old videotape,
from black and white it came,
and it gives me pain to realize all the deeds,
of which i had commited,
walking steadily at the age of five,
still unsure of my purpose in life,
not knowing i had to work and strive,
to love and have a lovely wife,
as a mere child of ten,
biting in my mouth a pen,
thinking of a foul plan,
to stab a girl in her hand,
a boy of fifteen,
though not scrawny, but thin,
never once doing anything but sin,
never understanding what pain would mean,
twenty the year he becomes a man,
not knowing what its like to give a helping hand,
my family and friends had gone and then,
all alone and uncaring is here i stand,
as years roll by i never changed,
thinking i had eternity in me,
not knowing that God has other plans,
for this mortal with a heart of stone,
and now i am a weak old soul,
who never did as he was told,
i always thought that i'd be bold,
when Death would come and take me in its hold,
as tears and blood fell down my cheek,
i feel my clock begin to tick,
for God's forgiveness is all i seek,
a glass of repentance i need to drink,
there i see it the light i need,
to take me to the place that i don't bleed,
so farewell to you my time i bid,
i will go to a place where devils breed,
but, wait, the light is blue but not white,
and red and its not so bright,
i looked at it with all my might,
and out the van jumped men in white,
thank you God, for giving me this chance,
to prove myself worthy as your son,
for what You gave, you'll never regret once,
i'll be a good man and throw my gun.
and bits of rocks embed itself in me,
i feel my life scroll by,
like pictures from an old videotape,
from black and white it came,
and it gives me pain to realize all the deeds,
of which i had commited,
walking steadily at the age of five,
still unsure of my purpose in life,
not knowing i had to work and strive,
to love and have a lovely wife,
as a mere child of ten,
biting in my mouth a pen,
thinking of a foul plan,
to stab a girl in her hand,
a boy of fifteen,
though not scrawny, but thin,
never once doing anything but sin,
never understanding what pain would mean,
twenty the year he becomes a man,
not knowing what its like to give a helping hand,
my family and friends had gone and then,
all alone and uncaring is here i stand,
as years roll by i never changed,
thinking i had eternity in me,
not knowing that God has other plans,
for this mortal with a heart of stone,
and now i am a weak old soul,
who never did as he was told,
i always thought that i'd be bold,
when Death would come and take me in its hold,
as tears and blood fell down my cheek,
i feel my clock begin to tick,
for God's forgiveness is all i seek,
a glass of repentance i need to drink,
there i see it the light i need,
to take me to the place that i don't bleed,
so farewell to you my time i bid,
i will go to a place where devils breed,
but, wait, the light is blue but not white,
and red and its not so bright,
i looked at it with all my might,
and out the van jumped men in white,
thank you God, for giving me this chance,
to prove myself worthy as your son,
for what You gave, you'll never regret once,
i'll be a good man and throw my gun.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The Ghost of You
her long black hair,
black as ebony,
cascades down her slender figure,
slightly covering her sad face,
her eyes droopy and lifeless,
as she held a picture frame with her delicate fingers,
a drop of tear fell down her cheek,
it was long ago when it fell down like rivulets,
it seemed as if her tear dam has dried,
with all the years of crying,
for the one she love, who,
gone but never she forgets,
but with yearning pain in her heart,
for a hope that seems to diminish,
with every passing second,
he left her not for anything but a good reason,
he was to fight the war,
that can save their country and their love,
if they won,
with a sad heart she had bade him farewell,
longing to say no, but not able to,
not without seeing the fire in his eyes,
the courage that he shows to protect the ones he loved,
oh no, she can't deny him the right to fight,
not if she loved him till her heart aches,
so she sent him, with prayers to the caring Lord,
to keep him safe, no matter what may befall him,
because she knows not of a life without him,
and years had past, the war had been won,
but he never came home,
his gun came, but without him holding it,
oh, how she wept and wailed,
till she could cry no longer,
but nothing could ever bring him back,
from the Lord's side,
where his true act of bravery had earned him a seat,
cobwebs hung from the ceiling,
dust collected at every corner,
termites made her house their home,
as she sit in that same corner,
day in day out,
his picture in her hand,
losing all her sanity, just looking at the picture,
of him smiling back at her,
waiting for the day,
where she'll join him,
and they live happier than ever.
black as ebony,
cascades down her slender figure,
slightly covering her sad face,
her eyes droopy and lifeless,
as she held a picture frame with her delicate fingers,
a drop of tear fell down her cheek,
it was long ago when it fell down like rivulets,
it seemed as if her tear dam has dried,
with all the years of crying,
for the one she love, who,
gone but never she forgets,
but with yearning pain in her heart,
for a hope that seems to diminish,
with every passing second,
he left her not for anything but a good reason,
he was to fight the war,
that can save their country and their love,
if they won,
with a sad heart she had bade him farewell,
longing to say no, but not able to,
not without seeing the fire in his eyes,
the courage that he shows to protect the ones he loved,
oh no, she can't deny him the right to fight,
not if she loved him till her heart aches,
so she sent him, with prayers to the caring Lord,
to keep him safe, no matter what may befall him,
because she knows not of a life without him,
and years had past, the war had been won,
but he never came home,
his gun came, but without him holding it,
oh, how she wept and wailed,
till she could cry no longer,
but nothing could ever bring him back,
from the Lord's side,
where his true act of bravery had earned him a seat,
cobwebs hung from the ceiling,
dust collected at every corner,
termites made her house their home,
as she sit in that same corner,
day in day out,
his picture in her hand,
losing all her sanity, just looking at the picture,
of him smiling back at her,
waiting for the day,
where she'll join him,
and they live happier than ever.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
dark terror
as i walk through the darkness,
shadows looming past me,
i hear a distant sound,
a sound that makes me quicken my pace,
a sound that sets my heart beating, faster,
a sound so unfamiliar,
it makes me think of the terrors of the night,
of when i wake at night and see no one beside me,
yet, someone seems to be there,
all around me,
part of the air,
of when i toss and turn on bed,
with dreams that i dread,
terror filling my lungs,
haunting my night,
i hear the sound again,
as i stop dead on track,
this time it seems to be,
coming from inside of me,
doob...daab...dooob..daab...
it chants in rhythm,
to my heart beat,
and soon,
darkness envelopes me,
as i gasp for the last bit of air,
before i succumb to the night.
shadows looming past me,
i hear a distant sound,
a sound that makes me quicken my pace,
a sound that sets my heart beating, faster,
a sound so unfamiliar,
it makes me think of the terrors of the night,
of when i wake at night and see no one beside me,
yet, someone seems to be there,
all around me,
part of the air,
of when i toss and turn on bed,
with dreams that i dread,
terror filling my lungs,
haunting my night,
i hear the sound again,
as i stop dead on track,
this time it seems to be,
coming from inside of me,
doob...daab...dooob..daab...
it chants in rhythm,
to my heart beat,
and soon,
darkness envelopes me,
as i gasp for the last bit of air,
before i succumb to the night.
Monday, August 20, 2007
The Big twenty
i just celebrated my 20th birthday...just one more year to the big 21...my how fast time flies. Just last year(which seemed like hours ago) i made a Birthday reolutions and BAM!! i am already twenty. No more numbers that ends with a teen, its all -ties from here onwards.
i wasnt really excited by my birthday this time. My little siblings asked me,
"so are you happy its your birthday?"
All i can ask them back is, why should I be happy on my birthday? Its just like any other day, only at the stroke of midnight,, i turn a year older. What's so fun about that?
They must be meaning about the candies and cake and gifts that i should be getting. Well, as you grow older, you get less of those, perhaps more wrinkles and grey hair(which i haven't had yet, mind you) but just you wait a few more years.
This time forth i didnt make any resolutions as I am sure I'll not keep it. What's the use of resolutions if u don't follow it?
I guess by now you must be thinking(and sighing sympathetically), what a pessimist I am.
Well, i assure you, I am an optimistic person most of the time. I think its just the weather that's making me feel like this...
i wasnt really excited by my birthday this time. My little siblings asked me,
"so are you happy its your birthday?"
All i can ask them back is, why should I be happy on my birthday? Its just like any other day, only at the stroke of midnight,, i turn a year older. What's so fun about that?
They must be meaning about the candies and cake and gifts that i should be getting. Well, as you grow older, you get less of those, perhaps more wrinkles and grey hair(which i haven't had yet, mind you) but just you wait a few more years.
This time forth i didnt make any resolutions as I am sure I'll not keep it. What's the use of resolutions if u don't follow it?
I guess by now you must be thinking(and sighing sympathetically), what a pessimist I am.
Well, i assure you, I am an optimistic person most of the time. I think its just the weather that's making me feel like this...
Sunday, August 19, 2007
The Sunday Market
Yesterday, I went with my mom and my little sister to The Sunday Market. This particular market doesn't have vendors selling you fish, chicken, vegetables or any other grocery stuff. Instead, you can find almost every kind of household items here from a Swiss Army knife to a 29-inch television. And you can almost get this stuffs for a lot lower price than anywhere else.
The only drawback to these items are that most of them are second-hand. So if you're the type to buy branded stuff, i suggest you don't take a visit down this area because you're surely to get disappointed. Unless you'd like a copy of Vincci in the form of Incci or a shoes branded Niki instead of Nike. For people who don't care about branded items, you might enjoy just scouting around for unique looking items.
Besides that, this place is also ideal for antique collectors. I, for one, had a little surprise when my mom showed me an odd-looking item that looks really heavy and old. I asked her what was it and she replied proudly, that she used to use that to iron her clothes when she was younger. My mouth gaped open at the freakishly large iron, wondering how people at those time ever ironed their clothes with aumthing the size of a brick. I'm glad that I'll never have to iron my clothes with that. I even walked pass a man selling old chinese records. You know the big round one you hear using a gramophone. at these age of ipod and itunes, I wonder if people still listen to gramophones. There were also people selling coins, old telephones, and even old clothes.
Come to think about it, this place sounds a bit like an American flea market, don't you think? With buyers and sellers bargaining over old things and new ones too. And many people seem to at that place every week too. I guess it's fun to buy things at low price, knowing it will ruin fast, but it doesn't hurt coz you got it for a cheap price.
The only drawback to these items are that most of them are second-hand. So if you're the type to buy branded stuff, i suggest you don't take a visit down this area because you're surely to get disappointed. Unless you'd like a copy of Vincci in the form of Incci or a shoes branded Niki instead of Nike. For people who don't care about branded items, you might enjoy just scouting around for unique looking items.
Besides that, this place is also ideal for antique collectors. I, for one, had a little surprise when my mom showed me an odd-looking item that looks really heavy and old. I asked her what was it and she replied proudly, that she used to use that to iron her clothes when she was younger. My mouth gaped open at the freakishly large iron, wondering how people at those time ever ironed their clothes with aumthing the size of a brick. I'm glad that I'll never have to iron my clothes with that. I even walked pass a man selling old chinese records. You know the big round one you hear using a gramophone. at these age of ipod and itunes, I wonder if people still listen to gramophones. There were also people selling coins, old telephones, and even old clothes.
Come to think about it, this place sounds a bit like an American flea market, don't you think? With buyers and sellers bargaining over old things and new ones too. And many people seem to at that place every week too. I guess it's fun to buy things at low price, knowing it will ruin fast, but it doesn't hurt coz you got it for a cheap price.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix
As an avid fan of the Harry potter series, i have read all the books(yeah, all, including The Deathly Hallows) and watched all the movies several times. Though it may be known as children's book, but an adult can always pick it up and read it too, as it has an enthralling plot and the author knows how to make a storyline that can captivate readers of any age.
Actually i started reading the books when a friend of mine introduced it to me when I was fifteen, and I fell in love with the book. And then the movie came out and I fell deeper in love. The characters whom i know and love came to live on the silver screen. Let me talk a bit about the movies.
In the movie, Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone, young Harry Potter who felt out of place in his world, came to know that he's a wizard, and a famous one at that, in the wizarding world. That was because, his parents were killed by an evil and powerful wizard, Lord Voldemort and Harry mysteriously survived the powerful killling curse, making him The Boy Who Lived. In Hogwarts, together with new friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Harry has to make sure that the Sorcerer's Stone doesn't get into the hands of the now weak Lord Voldemort. In the movie, he finds friends and also finds students who don't like him because of his popularity. The movie captures the moments perfectly from the book.
Since the success of the first movie, the second movie was then made. Harry Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets sees the 12-year old Harry returning to school despite warning from a mysterious house-elf named Dobby. In his second year, strange things start happening to students of Hogwarts, especially those Muggle-borns(students who were of non-magical parenthood). Harry finds out that he can speak Parseltongue, snake language which is an uncanny resemblance to Lord Voldemort. With students afraid and against him, Harry must find a way to stop the evil inside the school or Hogwarts must be closed down. The interesting scene was when Harry had to a battle a Basilisk which is a giant snake which kills instantly if you happen to look in its eyes.
In the 3rd movie, Harry Potter and The Prisoner Of Azkaban, Harry had his first encounter with Dementors, evil guards for the wizard prison, Azkaban. He relives his worst nightmare as he feels all hope and happiness drained out of him. And what's more, Sirius Black, the prisoner who escaped, seemed to be coming after him. Eventually, he saves the day and also Sirius who turned out to be his godfather.
Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, the fourth movie, for me, seems to be the best movie. In the movie, Harry is chosen to take part in the Triwizard Tournament. The tournament is where three magical schools compete in various magical tests to find the Triwizard champion. The other two schools are the Beauxbaxtons and Durmstrang. The three tasks in which Harry had to fulfill is retrieving a golden egg from a ferocious dragon, fighting the underwater menace to save his friend Ron and the last but not least is to find his way through a maze to get to the Triwizard Cup.The climax of the movie is when Harry comes face to face his arch nemesis, Lord Voldemort who comes back to full power thanks to his loyal follower, Wormtail.
In the fifth movie, Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix, we see more of flashbacks of previous movies and music montages to show passing time, especially when the gang and other students rebel against the new professor in school, Prof. Dolores Umbridge, by forming Dumbledore's Army. The point of their association is to learn defensive magic spells which is not being taught in school. Although I was looking forward to this movie, I can't help but feel a little bit disappointed by it. It isn't what I'd expected it to be. Besides many scenes which were in the book not being shown in the movie, it didn't have the same attraction that happened in the first four movies. Somehow, it left me wanting more than it gave. But for those who didn't read the books but just followed the movies, I'm sure you'll enjoy this movie as you did others because you don't expect more from it. As for those who read the book and enjoyed it, you might feel unsatisfied by it as i am.
Well, i'm hoping that the sixth movie, Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince will have better effect for us. Till then, I'm signing off
Actually i started reading the books when a friend of mine introduced it to me when I was fifteen, and I fell in love with the book. And then the movie came out and I fell deeper in love. The characters whom i know and love came to live on the silver screen. Let me talk a bit about the movies.
In the movie, Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone, young Harry Potter who felt out of place in his world, came to know that he's a wizard, and a famous one at that, in the wizarding world. That was because, his parents were killed by an evil and powerful wizard, Lord Voldemort and Harry mysteriously survived the powerful killling curse, making him The Boy Who Lived. In Hogwarts, together with new friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Harry has to make sure that the Sorcerer's Stone doesn't get into the hands of the now weak Lord Voldemort. In the movie, he finds friends and also finds students who don't like him because of his popularity. The movie captures the moments perfectly from the book.
Since the success of the first movie, the second movie was then made. Harry Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets sees the 12-year old Harry returning to school despite warning from a mysterious house-elf named Dobby. In his second year, strange things start happening to students of Hogwarts, especially those Muggle-borns(students who were of non-magical parenthood). Harry finds out that he can speak Parseltongue, snake language which is an uncanny resemblance to Lord Voldemort. With students afraid and against him, Harry must find a way to stop the evil inside the school or Hogwarts must be closed down. The interesting scene was when Harry had to a battle a Basilisk which is a giant snake which kills instantly if you happen to look in its eyes.
In the 3rd movie, Harry Potter and The Prisoner Of Azkaban, Harry had his first encounter with Dementors, evil guards for the wizard prison, Azkaban. He relives his worst nightmare as he feels all hope and happiness drained out of him. And what's more, Sirius Black, the prisoner who escaped, seemed to be coming after him. Eventually, he saves the day and also Sirius who turned out to be his godfather.
Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, the fourth movie, for me, seems to be the best movie. In the movie, Harry is chosen to take part in the Triwizard Tournament. The tournament is where three magical schools compete in various magical tests to find the Triwizard champion. The other two schools are the Beauxbaxtons and Durmstrang. The three tasks in which Harry had to fulfill is retrieving a golden egg from a ferocious dragon, fighting the underwater menace to save his friend Ron and the last but not least is to find his way through a maze to get to the Triwizard Cup.The climax of the movie is when Harry comes face to face his arch nemesis, Lord Voldemort who comes back to full power thanks to his loyal follower, Wormtail.
In the fifth movie, Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix, we see more of flashbacks of previous movies and music montages to show passing time, especially when the gang and other students rebel against the new professor in school, Prof. Dolores Umbridge, by forming Dumbledore's Army. The point of their association is to learn defensive magic spells which is not being taught in school. Although I was looking forward to this movie, I can't help but feel a little bit disappointed by it. It isn't what I'd expected it to be. Besides many scenes which were in the book not being shown in the movie, it didn't have the same attraction that happened in the first four movies. Somehow, it left me wanting more than it gave. But for those who didn't read the books but just followed the movies, I'm sure you'll enjoy this movie as you did others because you don't expect more from it. As for those who read the book and enjoyed it, you might feel unsatisfied by it as i am.
Well, i'm hoping that the sixth movie, Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince will have better effect for us. Till then, I'm signing off
Wat Am I??
As I walk past strangers on the street, i can't help but ponder my existence in this world. Why was I born? What is my significance to this busy and uncaring world.
Just to be optimistic, I'll say i haven't found my purpose in this world yet. I'm still young. I have many years still to go to do my part for this world.
But then again I start to wonder. What can I do that will mean a lot to this world? I get stumped as I can't answer that to myself.
Sometimes I think, maybe its not the big things we do that only counts. Sometimes even the smallest little gesture works. I don't have to be a world leader or an environmental activist. I can help a little by preserving Earth, because, it's not necessary doing big things count, but also small things like that.
Like, you're not great if you're wealthy and you donate some little amount of your wealth to charity. You'll be an even bigger person, if you barely have enough food for yourself, yet you share your food, with another poorer or desperate person.
So, with that thought in mind, i know, i don't have to be a great person, instead, i can just be a person with a big heart who'l help preserve Earth and live my life here.
Just to be optimistic, I'll say i haven't found my purpose in this world yet. I'm still young. I have many years still to go to do my part for this world.
But then again I start to wonder. What can I do that will mean a lot to this world? I get stumped as I can't answer that to myself.
Sometimes I think, maybe its not the big things we do that only counts. Sometimes even the smallest little gesture works. I don't have to be a world leader or an environmental activist. I can help a little by preserving Earth, because, it's not necessary doing big things count, but also small things like that.
Like, you're not great if you're wealthy and you donate some little amount of your wealth to charity. You'll be an even bigger person, if you barely have enough food for yourself, yet you share your food, with another poorer or desperate person.
So, with that thought in mind, i know, i don't have to be a great person, instead, i can just be a person with a big heart who'l help preserve Earth and live my life here.
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