Thursday, September 30, 2004
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Betrayal
//Once upon a time, there were two people living in a faraway land, where people were supposed to live forever. They were destined to meet. Finally, on a fateful day, they supposedly met. One was going left, and the other, right.
Unintentionally, their eyes met and the guy was intantly mesmerised. The guy was on tenterhooks. Was this the girl he had been pinning for for years? He took on the task of getting to know her and soon they became friends. She was like an angel in his heart. 2000 years back from 24 May 5004, the guy had the same experience, but it ended up in tribulation. This anguish was so strong that he was plunged beyond the axis of despondency and melancholy.
The reason for this 2000-year-old pain was the cause of betrayal and untruthfulness. There she was, 1999 years ago, in the earnest state of all. There came a mail from nowhere. Inside it was a separation notice, stating that she would like to enjoy some peace and solitude for a long while, and therefore wants to end this relationship. The guy was sad at first, but slowly and steadily he took to reality and responded wisely. Although that was the last he saw of her, and her friends, he still possessed them, as memories were what he cherished most.
Everything was back to normal. Cool as it was, the thunderstorm came again. The guy was in his reverie yet again. However, he was startled out of it as swiftly as he got in by the news of her. Things were getting from bad to worse, as the guy found out that the girl had actually gotten attached. It was not even 1 month, he thought. What a change of events. The everlasting memory of the angel soon turned into dust. A feeling of being betrayed and lied upon cultivated in his heart. She was actually giving an excuse. So now, he thought, what was the real reason behind the ending of the relationship? He had been treated like a fool. Everything turned dark yet again. Mysteries arose yet again.
Getting away from the painful memory, he thought of the girl he met hours ago. Slowly, his dream of being together with her eternally withered away, as his tormenting memories threatened to engulf him once more.
Ok that's the end of my story. I know many will not bother to read it, haha, but its alright. Its not my loss ;>
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
if this post is a stress-buster, its a fuckin unpleasant one.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Another thing. Some1 was so 'kind' to say if going visit marcus call me along.. but when go visit marcus tt time he nvr jio me lo.. Nice one lo. kena pang sei.. hyaiz...
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Give Me the Wind.
I am at my best with the wind in my face,
When overcoming the challenge, with pace.
The pace that requires more effort, more strength.
But once gained momentum, endures with great length.
It's easy to sit back, placid and calm
Comfort is only a relative balm.
It seems an advantage, better than strife
But is dulled by stagnation, stifling life.
Progress needs movement, energy, drive,
No chance for improvement if you do not strive.
Nothing's for nothing: cause and effect.
That which you work for, you've more chance to get.
So give me the wind, let it blow in my face,
The more I confront, the more strength I'll embrace.
Steps are not mounted, nor challenge o'ercome.
Without certain courage or effort be done.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
After going up to Brent's house, quite a few ppl had already left, i bathed with warm water. It was like the hot springs brought rite inside the house. Damn song. While almost all of us peeps were upstairs bonding, Megwin n HJ[izzit? mi nt too sure] were still downstairs, talking bout their childhood..[megwin's drunk, so i suppose they will talk bout tt??]Not long after Ridz Eugene n i took same bus home. Yepx, some fun day it was, not to mention only the brief presence of a Guest-Of-Honour could settle us peeps down. We were lyk crazy n overboard in some cases. All in all it was 1 hack of a day and 1 hack of an experience worth remembering for a lifetime. Till den..
Monday, September 06, 2004
At tpy met up with Harry n Marcus. wanted to book badminton court at sports hall but some malaysian women basketball team booked the courts for d whole dae le so we[Harry, Eugene, Jerome, MArcus, Danne, Earl, Dominque, me] went TPYC CC play badminton. Out of 5 days 3 days play badminton, all at the same place.. But it was stil fun. Lost touch with my backhand.. smashes all over d place.. mayb cos of the blisters on my feet. darn pain, but stil forced myself to run. Played almost for the full 2 hrs we booked; end up damn shacked.. but it was great exercise.. Went Sumo Bento eat chicken cutlet.. zai place. arguably the nicest place i'm been for lunch. Cheap but nice.. yupx. THeir lemonade was darn good.. after that went library slack with the usual gang 4 awhile den zhao home for tuition,. again.
After tuition had the nicest sleep i've ever had i tink.. yea.. till den
Pics from today available at the left hand column at 'links'.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
For a thousand years or more
All made up and nowhere to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat they're always free
No surprise no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role
Taken from "So Lonely"- Novaspace
-Miracles-
The devil's glare shook him tremendously. All he could do was stare back. The humid, sulphur-smelling air did not make things better, as it put out most of the sun's rays, sarcastically leaving a few weak ones alone. The greyish atmosphere was bright just enough to see his face, his emotions. There he was, in the middle of nowhere, images flashing across his head. He knew he did something drastically wrong to be cursed to meet Devil himself, but what was it? The torture of ignorance was immortal.
The tract that he was in was unreachable. He felt the fear and desolation. Although he was quivering, he remained calm inside. He knew there was nothing he could do, or so he thought, and so this was to be his destiny then. Psyched up and ascertained, he walked towards his accursed fate. Devil was ready to engulf him in his hands. With every step he took, they became heavier. Memories of this cannot be erased by now as the imprints of his feet were moulded deeply into the mossy ground.
All he was to do was to take one last step. His heart was pulsating. In a distant he saw, trees begging him not to do it. Their morning dew, sparkling and all, dripped to the ground. Withered flowers appeared to be disappointed with his determination. If this was not what he wanted, then why do it?
Having second thoughts, he started flustering. Could he defy his destiny? Have he the powers to go against God?
He knew what he had to do. He called upon his inner strength. All he got was voices of his family, friends and relatives ringing in his head. All the encouragement, accompanied by some strong words was all he heard. Then there was, stillness all around. However, the insignificant boost was enough for him. He was enlightened.
From within he started to radiate. The sudden immense glow caught his pupils off guard, blinding him temporary. Regaining his eyesight moments later, he found himself leaning on the wall of the corridor outside his flat.
He was safe, although still a little shaken. He had just performed the highest level of magic, which can be simply called a miracle, albeit being rather insignificant to others.
The author speaks to himself...
this story i bo liao den write one.. therefore its quite lame n bo liao.. :P
The chill wind blew, scattering petals of sakuras round the desolate school. The colourless sky looked like its gonna pour. A tiny figure stood in a corner, not any larger than his confidence. His spirit inside him looked down and out. There was no one beside him. He stood and felt alone. But is he? Leaning against the grafitti-covered wall, he slumped into a pathetic state. Twirling in the wind, the sakuras completed the postwar-like landscape. Is he thinking too much? Is he trying to hard? So what if there's light on the other side? He don't have anyone to lead him there. He's still waiting for someone to lead him out from the melancholic state he's in. He harboured some hope, but at that very moment a brilliant streak of lightning struck the archaic tree. That's life for you.
The author speaks to himself...
Hey my poetic side suddenly caught up with me.. just in time. :>
Friday, September 03, 2004
First thing at home heard from my maid that my tuition cher came but left cos' i was not at home. Damn.. gonna get another talking-to from my mum.. NoNooO! It can drag for like 1 hr? OMG bless my ears. That's all for today man. Yupx 1 last thing. GOH SOR HOON ish VERRYYY charismatic. At the sci prac. briefing she was like commanding a bunch of troops, all the others 'supervisors' were in awe of her. Till den.
'super crystal clear is how i heard you!' Hahax
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Nid to metion bout Randall's bdae.. cant wait.. i'm gg ppl.. let's see wad will happen when tat dae comes ya? I'm not gonna bring a whole lot of clothes as i wun nid em'.. some1 will... hahax.. preview of wad's gonna happen? hahax go figure.. dam i dun even noe wad i'm saying!! Scarly i'm not even gg den jialat hah. k cya all den till den
