One week of posting stagnancy is what it takes for me to complete my overladen assignments. Maybe the school should reconsider its homework-giving policies, it's not like I'm the only student enduring these burdens.
It has also come to my knowledge that violent objections towards the new "karang-guni" newspaper fund-raising campaign for the church have arised. Criticisms follow the rationale advocating the absurdity of utilising trash and rubbish as an offering to God. This wasn't my initial perspective I'd have to admit, but I can't say it doesn't make sense can I? Well I'm still standing on the wedge, it's up to you to decide. For me, I thought it was rather creative o.O.
Anyways, I just whipped this one up to add to the list.
Masquerade
Maybe it’s time to scale our bulky metal hides
Maybe it’s time to take it off and take a look inside
We’ve been so hard and lonely that we never realized
Sometimes this life isn’t just about me, myself and I.
We see the devil prowling in our mirrors everyday
We sing his broken melodies in tune and without shame
Maybe it’s time to read the lights, to close the open door
Our dervish souls cry for beyond these sands embed in pain.
Everyone wears a different mask and holds a different pen
Yet for all of them we blindly paid and bought from the same man
He too dons a mask of slyly similar shape and shade
Maybe we should practice how to see things since we can.
Maybe we need a brighter light in this pitch-black masquerade
We’re tearing apart; we’re cutting ourselves with our own humble blades
Time proclaims this depleting life, our fervor for the fall
Maybe we should awake and clean our mirrors today.
Sunday, 25 February 2007
Monday, 19 February 2007
Remember Me
Got inspired by "The Fatal Wound" by Switchfoot. Can't really think of anything to to say now, so I just wrote this.
Remember Me
I gazed outside the slits at the dark and arid sea
Through metal bars with rusted chains from beauty incomplete
No, it wasn’t even there
No, it wasn’t even beautiful.
This cell was screaming at the darker side of me, maybe the only side.
The road crashed down on me and sand was on my knees
I missed the times they laughed with me and played with the fallen leaves
The skies were black and dark but clear
My heart was weak, it stumbled in fear
There was no chance I’d run away, this was my destiny.
I felt coldness piercing through my flesh; my lungs pressed and fell
They made me feel I had no right, I never should have been.
I bore a mark of pain, a mark of sin
A mark of choice, against the wind
And I was raised above the ground till the sea stared back at me.
Then near to me I felt a love whose voice had none but peace.
His head was buried in his chest, his scars were bold and cherry
But on his face, a smile had told
Of serenity not of this world.
Once I saw those eyes met mine, I said to him, “Remember me.”
Remember Me
I gazed outside the slits at the dark and arid sea
Through metal bars with rusted chains from beauty incomplete
No, it wasn’t even there
No, it wasn’t even beautiful.
This cell was screaming at the darker side of me, maybe the only side.
The road crashed down on me and sand was on my knees
I missed the times they laughed with me and played with the fallen leaves
The skies were black and dark but clear
My heart was weak, it stumbled in fear
There was no chance I’d run away, this was my destiny.
I felt coldness piercing through my flesh; my lungs pressed and fell
They made me feel I had no right, I never should have been.
I bore a mark of pain, a mark of sin
A mark of choice, against the wind
And I was raised above the ground till the sea stared back at me.
Then near to me I felt a love whose voice had none but peace.
His head was buried in his chest, his scars were bold and cherry
But on his face, a smile had told
Of serenity not of this world.
Once I saw those eyes met mine, I said to him, “Remember me.”
Sunday, 18 February 2007
Is this the New Year, or just another night?
Today, amidst all festivities, celebrations, greetings and presence of people, only in one thing did i managed to find perfect solace. That is, the joy of eating crisp red oil-laden ba kwa, which is quite saddening.
This year's Chinese New Year, thus far, has brought me quite to the limit of mental frustration, not at myself, but at many people whom I've known and whose lives I've been exposed too since a long time ago. Further aggravating my sanity would be, least expectedly, the malicious acts of our old friend, the dear spammer, who continues to defame my virtual reputation through inscribing rubbish on the blogs of my cherished acquaintances, as some of you might have realized. Accept my apologies please.
If I do find this person, God knows what I'll do to him, for killing my image, and more importantly, for defiling the sanctity of "Ehlao"(it's an insider).
I suppose this is petty vengeance for my banning of his access here. This audacity also my recent discovery, that was, about 5min ago, as I browsed through a few of my friends' urls. But that is of course the least of my concerns tonight.
Well, at this point, you may have realized that I incorporate a certain degree of sophistry of language in many of my posts, especially on those where I deal with more delicate and staid issues. Herein, I frankly admit this is to ward off people who don't really give a shit to what i say or write, people who just read for the sake of busybodiness. Nah, I'm not angry here, I'm just dumbfounded by the maturity of the Singaporean society. So if you're still reading now, read on seriously, but with a smile:D.
I however maintain my prevalent sentiment of dissatisfaction. The church has always been prompt about creating and maintaining explosive image in hope of "raking in" new believers. At least that's what it seems to me. The choir never mounted the stage weekly for the ordinary sundays in attempt to aspire much less inspire worship, in the presence of men who escape from their weekly vexations to seek tranquility in the holy temple. Many active members exude joyous, loving auras on festive occasions, only to be for themselves.
They say the 40 days campaign was an exponential success. I do admit I was touched by Him a few times during the process. Nevertheless, in my eyes it still resembled a totalitarian regime of follow the mortal finger. Idealists saw a stepping stone emerge, realists saw a tragedy. I presently am in no power to vote, but wholly, I feel, I do have the right to narrate the status of this "exponential success", or detrimental calamity, whatever you may call it.
On the other side of the coin, I assert that there are beacons of light within this lost colony, they just need to find each other. There is always hope, as there is always Him. But realistically, nothings gonna happen with just prayer. We have to do it. We have to start realizing that some things just aren't meant to be, that some things need deeper thought.
Finally, I confess that this entire post is most probably biased, flawed, or perhaps even twisted to a certain extent, because the producer himself is no embodiment of perfection. Maybe I will update on these issues in the near future. Apologies again to those who got spammed on your blog under my name, I assure you I don't tag people for fun.
So, have a Happy Chinese New Year. For me, I've only got another 18 minutes for something else that's worthy of praise to happen to me, till this day ends. What a pessimistic day humph.
This year's Chinese New Year, thus far, has brought me quite to the limit of mental frustration, not at myself, but at many people whom I've known and whose lives I've been exposed too since a long time ago. Further aggravating my sanity would be, least expectedly, the malicious acts of our old friend, the dear spammer, who continues to defame my virtual reputation through inscribing rubbish on the blogs of my cherished acquaintances, as some of you might have realized. Accept my apologies please.
If I do find this person, God knows what I'll do to him, for killing my image, and more importantly, for defiling the sanctity of "Ehlao"(it's an insider).
I suppose this is petty vengeance for my banning of his access here. This audacity also my recent discovery, that was, about 5min ago, as I browsed through a few of my friends' urls. But that is of course the least of my concerns tonight.
Well, at this point, you may have realized that I incorporate a certain degree of sophistry of language in many of my posts, especially on those where I deal with more delicate and staid issues. Herein, I frankly admit this is to ward off people who don't really give a shit to what i say or write, people who just read for the sake of busybodiness. Nah, I'm not angry here, I'm just dumbfounded by the maturity of the Singaporean society. So if you're still reading now, read on seriously, but with a smile:D.
I however maintain my prevalent sentiment of dissatisfaction. The church has always been prompt about creating and maintaining explosive image in hope of "raking in" new believers. At least that's what it seems to me. The choir never mounted the stage weekly for the ordinary sundays in attempt to aspire much less inspire worship, in the presence of men who escape from their weekly vexations to seek tranquility in the holy temple. Many active members exude joyous, loving auras on festive occasions, only to be for themselves.
They say the 40 days campaign was an exponential success. I do admit I was touched by Him a few times during the process. Nevertheless, in my eyes it still resembled a totalitarian regime of follow the mortal finger. Idealists saw a stepping stone emerge, realists saw a tragedy. I presently am in no power to vote, but wholly, I feel, I do have the right to narrate the status of this "exponential success", or detrimental calamity, whatever you may call it.
On the other side of the coin, I assert that there are beacons of light within this lost colony, they just need to find each other. There is always hope, as there is always Him. But realistically, nothings gonna happen with just prayer. We have to do it. We have to start realizing that some things just aren't meant to be, that some things need deeper thought.
Finally, I confess that this entire post is most probably biased, flawed, or perhaps even twisted to a certain extent, because the producer himself is no embodiment of perfection. Maybe I will update on these issues in the near future. Apologies again to those who got spammed on your blog under my name, I assure you I don't tag people for fun.
So, have a Happy Chinese New Year. For me, I've only got another 18 minutes for something else that's worthy of praise to happen to me, till this day ends. What a pessimistic day humph.
Saturday, 17 February 2007
Eve
Today is Chinese New Year's Eve. My mind met with one of my friend's spontaneous mention of naked women during one of our conversations a few days ago while we were slacking off the lesson. Funny where your thoughts can lead you in just a short five minute musing. But I really didn't expect this to become what it is below. Coincidentally, its CNY's Eve today. zzz I must be going crazy lol.
Eve
She was crying for a new day
for a new life, for her blue skies gray.
Her eyes were fractured diamonds
Her illusions were not allayed
since
She chanced upon a moment’s slither
and a lustrous orb of luscious sugar.
The silver lies and the golden truth
She knew already she had to choose.
It stole her robe of virtue and pride
She was stark and bare, she started to hide
behind leaves, twigs and all she could find
But footsteps made her weep inside.
She had to try to relinquish her might
all in hope to stop this fight.
But she was hiding herself in something bright
No silver could outshine gold tonight.
Eve
She was crying for a new day
for a new life, for her blue skies gray.
Her eyes were fractured diamonds
Her illusions were not allayed
since
She chanced upon a moment’s slither
and a lustrous orb of luscious sugar.
The silver lies and the golden truth
She knew already she had to choose.
It stole her robe of virtue and pride
She was stark and bare, she started to hide
behind leaves, twigs and all she could find
But footsteps made her weep inside.
She had to try to relinquish her might
all in hope to stop this fight.
But she was hiding herself in something bright
No silver could outshine gold tonight.
~tc©
Wednesday, 14 February 2007
READ!!! \('o')/
Zzz it appears someone's spamming crap in my tagbox under my name -tors. Well I guess this is gonna make me have to change my tagname a couple of times till then; ah you guys know my acronyms. Takes only one drop of black ink to dye the water black. Bleah, wish I knew better of html to apply some marginal restrictions to the tagbox. Or maybe I could just ban his IP. =/ But people this doesn't stop the rest of you from tagging, hopefully ;p. Maybe your tags can help offset the intellectual gradient now present in the cbox hehe. So tag more! Hope this blog doesn't go down. In any case, if you see anything unacceptable around, tell me:D.
And to my friendly spammer stranger, ironically, we've probably met before. So I propose, my blog isn't the bravest place for a confrontation to settle harboured enmity, nor is it a place for you to taint your own conscience, or your God-given life.
Well not so much on the bad stuff for now, its Valentine's Day!
Happy Valentine's to one and all, God bless.
And to my friendly spammer stranger, ironically, we've probably met before. So I propose, my blog isn't the bravest place for a confrontation to settle harboured enmity, nor is it a place for you to taint your own conscience, or your God-given life.
Well not so much on the bad stuff for now, its Valentine's Day!
Happy Valentine's to one and all, God bless.
Valentine's Confession
This year's valentine's day is VERY VERY special, because...I get to share it with everyone here!! (haha what we're you thinking) Nope, well I don't have a girlfriend.
Yet.
It's a pity truly; it'd really make my poems...well more beautiful or something, especially this one. Speaking of which, given the occasion, I really gotta to write one to the honour of Venus, and also, of course, to all who are plural out there! Well, this one's dedicated to everyone who's celebrating tonight with presents, dinner and sex and eh..., everyone else too. Joking? Maybe. See for yourself.
Valentine’s Confession
Are you here for me?
Are you proud of how I live?
Am I what I seem to be?
I long to see my kin within
your bright and gentle redness clean.
I wish people had a heart for me
So I could walk amongst them, free.
I long to see the shores and the tides
making circles of love and a cheery bride
Won’t you bring me home?
Won’t you find out where I reside?
In this cold and wintry night tonight?
Like when I saw the two as one
Whose cheeks were blushed against the frosty sky
I felt their warmth from miles away
Tender whispers, cosy smiles
Three words for her he would say
Forever in embrace,
For forever in hers his heart would stay…
What if I wasn’t bound by today?
Yet.
It's a pity truly; it'd really make my poems...well more beautiful or something, especially this one. Speaking of which, given the occasion, I really gotta to write one to the honour of Venus, and also, of course, to all who are plural out there! Well, this one's dedicated to everyone who's celebrating tonight with presents, dinner and sex and eh..., everyone else too. Joking? Maybe. See for yourself.
Valentine’s Confession
Are you here for me?
Are you proud of how I live?
Am I what I seem to be?
I long to see my kin within
your bright and gentle redness clean.
I wish people had a heart for me
So I could walk amongst them, free.
I long to see the shores and the tides
making circles of love and a cheery bride
Won’t you bring me home?
Won’t you find out where I reside?
In this cold and wintry night tonight?
Like when I saw the two as one
Whose cheeks were blushed against the frosty sky
I felt their warmth from miles away
Tender whispers, cosy smiles
Three words for her he would say
Forever in embrace,
For forever in hers his heart would stay…
What if I wasn’t bound by today?
~tc©
Monday, 12 February 2007
Virtual Reality
This one surfaced while i was thinking about the last time i went to the arcades with my friends (yes i like to think), which was probably aeons ago. Couldn't let this one go, though its like 12.42am right now. Maybe that explains the lameness of the title. I'll change it if i think of a better one when i'm more sober. Oh yeah and this one's quite long, so to whoever's gonna read it, hope it doesn't put you off!
Virtual Reality
Sunday I went to the mall
Little did I know what was in store
For me, my blundering parade,
this escapade
set my tears aflame, this time I’d never forget
at the four hundred and ninetieth arcade
I pushed the button and the game began
I lacked a shield, I had nothing at hand
Save a small shiny sickle
And I couldn’t believe
That was all I had
I needed something more
Something bigger
Something brighter
Something that could last me forever
in this
game of gold, I donned my cloak
As much as I could, with the choices I took
I avoided the hook of death
But eventually my life was draining
I couldn’t believe I was barely breathing
You could see me running, but bah
I couldn’t catch up.
And time was doing the same thing to me.
I needed something more
Something bigger
Something brighter
Something that could last me forever
for these
enemies, in front of me
surrounding me, encircling me, inside of me
my hope was like my blade, dimunitive
conduiting blood and broken knees
their impaling gazes pierced through my conscience
Why did I play this game
What could I see to save me from this wreckage
Those flailing arms, jagged fangs, so steadily
driving me
to hellish acrimony
within this 3D credibility…
five
four
three
two
on-
clink
a tingle of hope, a new console
a new token now forged into the bowl
the game restarted and I was like a knight
my armour silver with dazzling light
I parted the blinds to reveal the transparent sky
Above the transparent ceilings, the sun began to cry
and then I recalled, this is Sunday morning
I’m not where I should be.
I wonder who put his hand in
to give me a future so bright.
Virtual Reality
Sunday I went to the mall
Little did I know what was in store
For me, my blundering parade,
this escapade
set my tears aflame, this time I’d never forget
at the four hundred and ninetieth arcade
I pushed the button and the game began
I lacked a shield, I had nothing at hand
Save a small shiny sickle
And I couldn’t believe
That was all I had
I needed something more
Something bigger
Something brighter
Something that could last me forever
in this
game of gold, I donned my cloak
As much as I could, with the choices I took
I avoided the hook of death
But eventually my life was draining
I couldn’t believe I was barely breathing
You could see me running, but bah
I couldn’t catch up.
And time was doing the same thing to me.
I needed something more
Something bigger
Something brighter
Something that could last me forever
for these
enemies, in front of me
surrounding me, encircling me, inside of me
my hope was like my blade, dimunitive
conduiting blood and broken knees
their impaling gazes pierced through my conscience
Why did I play this game
What could I see to save me from this wreckage
Those flailing arms, jagged fangs, so steadily
driving me
to hellish acrimony
within this 3D credibility…
five
four
three
two
on-
clink
a tingle of hope, a new console
a new token now forged into the bowl
the game restarted and I was like a knight
my armour silver with dazzling light
I parted the blinds to reveal the transparent sky
Above the transparent ceilings, the sun began to cry
and then I recalled, this is Sunday morning
I’m not where I should be.
I wonder who put his hand in
to give me a future so bright.
tc©
Wednesday, 7 February 2007
Save Me
This one came to mind when i was GW-ing on the comp, here it is, hope it doesn't scare people :D.
Save Me
They dug for me a hollow grave
with concrete lies and bitter pain,
intrinsic sin but nothing to gain.
A sphere of metal, dark and black
for reason evident my crust is cracked
Once truth blossomed and enemies slain
my body now withered, mind insane
But this they loved with all their soul
for death, entropy, and gold was home
Their frigid hearts have brought the time
when flowers
turned
to
stone.
My life was gone, save a few of pure
Ones who eluded the night’s allure
While darkness prowls the chaste await
for daylight glimmer and felony’s abate.
Till then they plead for the days of me
for I am your humanity.
Save Me
They dug for me a hollow grave
with concrete lies and bitter pain,
intrinsic sin but nothing to gain.
A sphere of metal, dark and black
for reason evident my crust is cracked
Once truth blossomed and enemies slain
my body now withered, mind insane
But this they loved with all their soul
for death, entropy, and gold was home
Their frigid hearts have brought the time
when flowers
turned
to
stone.
My life was gone, save a few of pure
Ones who eluded the night’s allure
While darkness prowls the chaste await
for daylight glimmer and felony’s abate.
Till then they plead for the days of me
for I am your humanity.
~tc©
Tuesday, 6 February 2007
THE BEGINNING (OMG!!)
yes, congratulations to me. This is officially my virgin post on the virtual plane. But whatever. Well, so why blog? Its just that i keep losing track of valuable inspiration that occurs in my mind whilst daydreaming in front of homework and whatnot, so i found the perfect place to pen down these thoughts, here!..leaving YOU LOT, to be the privileged bunch to see my works when i publish them online, poems, jokes, anything. wahaha, so enjoy! life.
To spontaneous randomness and whatever!!..or not.
Ok below will be a poem that i've recently written, the first of many that shall be posted, have fun reading.
Yours Truly
Finding an answer
to a question with no belief
I satisfied my ambition
of conquest and mission
But couldn’t conceive, I couldn’t deem
a time that never began.
It was mine, legend and wealth
No one but me against myself
Void of evil, greed and lust,
yet present a hole I had to fill up fast
But
I couldn’t.
It made no sense
Just like my quest
of burning rocks and bleeding sands
All that I endeavoured for
In triumph and splendor and with applause
I can’t remember when it started
But this is where it ends.
I craved for a breath of perfect purpose
Planned for painful persistence
My subsistence
A cup of water
That would last me forever
Memoirs unwound
That cup
was found
only to be rejected by my stubborn frown
I just refused to take off my crown.
Now my heart is rigid, my life is theft
A decaying husk, a falling soul
My time has left.
I’m in the cleft.
Don’t doubt my friend, don’t doubt what you don’t see
Lest upon this written piece inscribe
Your final destiny.
Yours truly,
Nameless, for my name has been taken from me.
To spontaneous randomness and whatever!!..or not.
Ok below will be a poem that i've recently written, the first of many that shall be posted, have fun reading.
Yours Truly
Finding an answer
to a question with no belief
I satisfied my ambition
of conquest and mission
But couldn’t conceive, I couldn’t deem
a time that never began.
It was mine, legend and wealth
No one but me against myself
Void of evil, greed and lust,
yet present a hole I had to fill up fast
But
I couldn’t.
It made no sense
Just like my quest
of burning rocks and bleeding sands
All that I endeavoured for
In triumph and splendor and with applause
I can’t remember when it started
But this is where it ends.
I craved for a breath of perfect purpose
Planned for painful persistence
My subsistence
A cup of water
That would last me forever
Memoirs unwound
That cup
was found
only to be rejected by my stubborn frown
I just refused to take off my crown.
Now my heart is rigid, my life is theft
A decaying husk, a falling soul
My time has left.
I’m in the cleft.
Don’t doubt my friend, don’t doubt what you don’t see
Lest upon this written piece inscribe
Your final destiny.
Yours truly,
Nameless, for my name has been taken from me.
~tc©
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