nudging close, nosing through
below my armpit.
lying almost on my lap,
resting so blissfully.
you make me cave in my resolve.
it isn't like you do this
for everyone,
being fiercely
feminist,
you always get your way.
staring at whatever that moves,
horses, ferrets, squirrels, rats.
we couldn't move you, not an inch.
but the way you lean on me,
i know you ain't half as wild
like what they said you to be..
black and white,
border collie with
soft brown eyes.
you want somebody to love
you,
yet you never show.
just like the way i act.
craving
for things that wouldn't last.
perhaps the last, second last or third.
months left to count.
you are the one i care the most
next to the gray and white
kitty cat
call gnome.
shades of black, white and gray.
if its only simple as this way.
colour palettes now i faced,
never seen until today.
how could i choose?
when the two options are
to let love quit
or let me rot.
the road-map on my hand
wrinkle deeply in.
months of travails i been through.
couldn't see things so clearly.
long marks of canine bites
by fellows tinier than my feet.
oh, yes, this is a long journey,
or so it seems,
colours i didn't know exist.
i still couldn't say
i want to stay.
for days i've been wanting
to set me free.
goodbye, i guess, just
won't leave.
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Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
to catch the passing wind of my love
between rigid lines i stood.
steer me close or leave
me be.
i couldn't trace
my steps
anymore. not the little girl
that squeals
that squeals
upon
approval. i've grown past that.
a sad fact, yes i know,
in barely a year, i couldn't
walk this path
in barely a year, i couldn't
walk this path
anymore.
new exposure,
i demand,
new experience, give it
new experience, give it
to me or i will snatch.
we used to be
such a great team,
such a great team,
the heydays, when
everybody
is so happy.
the days
when i proudly claim
i came
for the passion. yet now,
i am just plain
calculative. 'the pay
is not high, how could i
survive? with bills
survive? with bills
not paid and tickets to my dream
not purchased,
how could i
afford to stay
with this meager pay.
my goodness, i claim
in realization.
people are leaving
slowly but surely,
to follow their dreams,
and to carve
a better love.
with choices in abundance,
this is not living
in wild abandonment.
its not just
going through the motions,
its about liberation
from the steel bars
of my mind.
through the waves of protest,
or yelps of exultation, i will
subsist, in those days
to come.
Monday, December 6, 2010
breadtalk-X ducktour-X recruit express-? lucas-?
i set afoot with the sun beaming overhead, with my mood reflected high up in the sky
of the most pleasant shade of blue and clouds with their wide array of tutus
strutting the slow dance of life.
full of hope and feel of invincibility i
gait two steps as one, eager to reach, dying to please.
little did i know i was walking
straight to disappointment by my delusions.
"just 2 months?" they appalled
"what is worthy enough of you? nothing at all." they insinuate.
its all so diplomatic, thinking that i would thrive
on such false hope.
"thank you very much". for showing me the true
nature of myself.
2 months aren't enough
for me to be of any good use.
first time. second time. me. just another fellow.
i return with a trudge, defeated like the mood
of the grey
that cries raindrops.
i need my dubious change. it wasn't so
clear at first but now it is.
give it to me. not an escapade. not a betrayal,
just a goodbye brought earlier.
i'm still sorry.
of the most pleasant shade of blue and clouds with their wide array of tutus
strutting the slow dance of life.
full of hope and feel of invincibility i
gait two steps as one, eager to reach, dying to please.
little did i know i was walking
straight to disappointment by my delusions.
"just 2 months?" they appalled
"what is worthy enough of you? nothing at all." they insinuate.
its all so diplomatic, thinking that i would thrive
on such false hope.
"thank you very much". for showing me the true
nature of myself.
2 months aren't enough
for me to be of any good use.
first time. second time. me. just another fellow.
i return with a trudge, defeated like the mood
of the grey
that cries raindrops.
i need my dubious change. it wasn't so
clear at first but now it is.
give it to me. not an escapade. not a betrayal,
just a goodbye brought earlier.
i'm still sorry.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
approval for work permit
heavenly bliss crept up my cheeks and flood through the gatekeeper of tears. this is how simple things could make me blissful. perhaps not so simple, still this call for a celebration.
Friday, November 12, 2010
the curious and curious-est.
i once heard a story so curious its atrocious not to share. For this revolves around two interesting creatures, a ferret and a squirrel.
on this curious day, cry the ferret, 'oh my little brother, what Time has done? you are so weathered in bruises, i shan't let harm come your way anymore.'
just as he ended his monologue, he fell asleep, hugging his little brother close, for fear of evil creeping close to it. it was then, this squirrel, notoriously known as skittles, aptly named for his boundless energy and mischief, stood close by.
'i shall live up to my name,' the squirrel thought aloud, spreading a contemptuous glance across his face.
now, now, now, everybody knows the ferret treasured his little brother so and all heard of how easily the little brother had been victimized. this will be an easy strike, the squirrel contemplated. and there he went, for a body so small, the squirrel packed a fierce bite upfront. this strike off the sleepiness of the dear ferret. screams and shrieks from the ferret only enhances the perverseness of the squirrel, who hanged tight with the excitement of a sword unsheathed close to the neck. it almost caused fatality had not the ferret's little brother wriggle from his vindictive holder.
hearing trouble, the squirrel lightning away, for his four limbs were blessed by the mischief god to flee from all the scenes of devilry. the sweet little ferret was too in no mood for vengeance.
he simply stood there, clutching his little brother's head so close, lamenting, 'oh Time, what cruelty you are, you played us out too a-many time yet we never have defied you. to slacken the grip you must. come see for yourself, my little brother's head so covered in scarlet, the trace of your vicious claws. you must not take him away, your generosity i will praise for generations to come. however, if you were of a cruel nature, i will not take any more allowance from you.'
Time is a nihilist, for there is nothing to Time that could exist perpetually and consistently like Time itself. its the ultimate machinery that nobody could fight, one could deceive oneself of the flow of Time but never deceive Time itself. Time never hasten, never pause, it goes and goes till the end of world.
still, Time will answer those who question about the nature of Time, 'oh little one, could you not see that i have work of higher importance than the one you are carrying? his time is not up but be warned that when he is to go, so will it be for you. this is no less and no more than you wish for. and know that it is not the wrath of time that shattered your soul but merely the work of it. for time knows no emotions. it could not feel thus it couldn't be merciful or merciless. this is the important lesson of time. learn it well, my young one, for i have persisted decades and still be misunderstood. know that Time is just, i distribute myself fairly and accordingly among all creatures, big and small, everyday, light and night. don't have woes of me when your Time is up, for it is really you who do not cherish the gift i have lavished and illusioned that you could outlive me. know this well and learn it by heart for this is the story you will live to tell.'
so, this is the tale that i heard from the ferret himself.
alright, i am writing nonsense again. don't know whats up with me this few days but this story is really inspired by a true story. i swear!
i guess too much of arabian nights and alice in wonderland in my mind!
on this curious day, cry the ferret, 'oh my little brother, what Time has done? you are so weathered in bruises, i shan't let harm come your way anymore.'
just as he ended his monologue, he fell asleep, hugging his little brother close, for fear of evil creeping close to it. it was then, this squirrel, notoriously known as skittles, aptly named for his boundless energy and mischief, stood close by.
'i shall live up to my name,' the squirrel thought aloud, spreading a contemptuous glance across his face.
now, now, now, everybody knows the ferret treasured his little brother so and all heard of how easily the little brother had been victimized. this will be an easy strike, the squirrel contemplated. and there he went, for a body so small, the squirrel packed a fierce bite upfront. this strike off the sleepiness of the dear ferret. screams and shrieks from the ferret only enhances the perverseness of the squirrel, who hanged tight with the excitement of a sword unsheathed close to the neck. it almost caused fatality had not the ferret's little brother wriggle from his vindictive holder.
hearing trouble, the squirrel lightning away, for his four limbs were blessed by the mischief god to flee from all the scenes of devilry. the sweet little ferret was too in no mood for vengeance.
he simply stood there, clutching his little brother's head so close, lamenting, 'oh Time, what cruelty you are, you played us out too a-many time yet we never have defied you. to slacken the grip you must. come see for yourself, my little brother's head so covered in scarlet, the trace of your vicious claws. you must not take him away, your generosity i will praise for generations to come. however, if you were of a cruel nature, i will not take any more allowance from you.'
Time is a nihilist, for there is nothing to Time that could exist perpetually and consistently like Time itself. its the ultimate machinery that nobody could fight, one could deceive oneself of the flow of Time but never deceive Time itself. Time never hasten, never pause, it goes and goes till the end of world.
still, Time will answer those who question about the nature of Time, 'oh little one, could you not see that i have work of higher importance than the one you are carrying? his time is not up but be warned that when he is to go, so will it be for you. this is no less and no more than you wish for. and know that it is not the wrath of time that shattered your soul but merely the work of it. for time knows no emotions. it could not feel thus it couldn't be merciful or merciless. this is the important lesson of time. learn it well, my young one, for i have persisted decades and still be misunderstood. know that Time is just, i distribute myself fairly and accordingly among all creatures, big and small, everyday, light and night. don't have woes of me when your Time is up, for it is really you who do not cherish the gift i have lavished and illusioned that you could outlive me. know this well and learn it by heart for this is the story you will live to tell.'
so, this is the tale that i heard from the ferret himself.
alright, i am writing nonsense again. don't know whats up with me this few days but this story is really inspired by a true story. i swear!
i guess too much of arabian nights and alice in wonderland in my mind!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
thoughts of a 20
if i could change one thing, i say we all conduct our lives like this: dance to the rhythm of the rain, sing the song of the birds, cry when we feel like it, laugh as we should, smile at a stranger, hug someone you love, mend a broken soul, whatever, do whatever that bring joy to us every single day. live without inhibitions for all the goodness is ours to cultivate and earth is really a paradise we've all been seeking since mankind. we could catch the shooting star, hug the cloud and fly with the wind.
believe this is all possible cause we are all special and living in a magical world.
show gratitude to your critic cause they made improvement possible
show gratitude to those skeptic cause they made achieving more worth it
show gratitude to every offensive person in your life unless they inflict intentional intensive injuries or carry out acts of violence on you.
I guess they feel so comfortable being a regular 9 to 5-er. How regular is life when you work all your ass out for something you don't love. Probably as long as the annual vacation your office pan out. Maybe you will find spark during this window of opportunity but most, i dare say, remain in their dream state in this pretense of our world. Our world has been misinterpreted by people using vices to seek out gain from others. Consumerism is what it meant to be successful. Even till now it has been ingrained into so many city dwellers. Trading your life for a LV bag and wallet. How classy. The hierarchy of the nature sprang forth as social status in our world. Maybe we all try too hard to put definition into the works of nature. But I say, we ain't getting it through this way. It has been so for generations whereby the influence is uniform. Not till now, I see an open door of light for us. We can choose to awake from our illusion. We can start a revolution for our generation. Well, its not exactly a revolution but more of a return, a search for who we really are within. For this journey, I'm glad to have my extended family with me cause we are all but regular.
on its last page, mount kinabalu, sabah, malaysia
our job is to advocate love, something education never covers.
believe this is all possible cause we are all special and living in a magical world.
.
show gratitude to your enemy cause they made forgiving possibleshow gratitude to your critic cause they made improvement possible
show gratitude to those skeptic cause they made achieving more worth it
show gratitude to every offensive person in your life unless they inflict intentional intensive injuries or carry out acts of violence on you.
.
I guess they feel so comfortable being a regular 9 to 5-er. How regular is life when you work all your ass out for something you don't love. Probably as long as the annual vacation your office pan out. Maybe you will find spark during this window of opportunity but most, i dare say, remain in their dream state in this pretense of our world. Our world has been misinterpreted by people using vices to seek out gain from others. Consumerism is what it meant to be successful. Even till now it has been ingrained into so many city dwellers. Trading your life for a LV bag and wallet. How classy. The hierarchy of the nature sprang forth as social status in our world. Maybe we all try too hard to put definition into the works of nature. But I say, we ain't getting it through this way. It has been so for generations whereby the influence is uniform. Not till now, I see an open door of light for us. We can choose to awake from our illusion. We can start a revolution for our generation. Well, its not exactly a revolution but more of a return, a search for who we really are within. For this journey, I'm glad to have my extended family with me cause we are all but regular.
.
on its last page, mount kinabalu, sabah, malaysia
.
our job is to advocate love, something education never covers.
Monday, August 23, 2010
we share the same dream
life's amazing. today i am impressed. this girl, 22, i met at the zoo bus stop via my office lady. she is daring and spontaneous in pursuing her dream. studied in private diploma school. didn't earn a cent before graduation. upon graduation, holds her first job in a managerial position in retail section. after that, moving onwards to build her CV. experience 5 jobs of different nature within a short time span of 1 and a half year. and now, she's at the night safari.
finally some one agrees that qualification ain't everything, life is. no matter how backwards one falls in terms of their education level, they could still made up for it in other ways. what good is a scholar if he/she doesn't know how to handle the vicissitudes of life.
the issue with us, i guess, is that we are all searching for the perfect life. thing is, there's no such thing as a perfect life. one has to make choices. choices signifies sacrifices. sacrifices might lead to regrets. so how could life ever be perfect when presented with such spectrum of decisions; loss and gain? the perfect life could only exist only if one live in ignorance and avoidance.
but on a lighter note, one could have their ideal life. ideal by making an informed choice of letting go and dedicating their work towards their goal, tipping the scale more towards gain than loss. what are our priorities? what do we really live for? is it really worth it to be in that high paying but soul sucking job? is it really necessary to acquire that label? to me, leading an ideal life do and could means letting go of anything, even if it is high in controversy; the 7 years lover, the opportunity for higher education or even the trade in of a promotion for an exotic job. everyone is different in their needs, personality and passion. that's why one decision that seems logically or socially wrong feels so right to the other.
on my way home, cycling in the rain, brought me back to the time when i just graduated from secondary school. caught in a similar weather, a kind uncle offered to share his umbrella across the road. he queried about my decision upon graduation, jc or poly? my answer, poly, maybe engineering. his reply, well, engineering you can get very high starting pay as compared to other fresh graduate but the pay increment really sucks. in contrast, for business student, the starting pay is lower but you can see no limit in terms of monetary rewards. as a 16 year old, i seriously ponder about his advise. but now, 4 years of growing up, if i were to be in the same situation, i would speak boldly of my aspirations cause storing money isn't passion but having a passion could bring in money, which could be in term use to fuel the passion. its an irony that people who earn so much seems more reluctant to part with their money in areas of personal growth.
here, i shall share the life of a guy who i met at SPCA. he's 18 but already with a list of achievements. he is teaching drama to primary school kids, acted in a local production. represent a hotel for this inter-hotel tennis competition (if i didn't recall wrongly) through the recommendation of his coach. is a lead singer for a band and producer or song writer for another. got into criminology at the age of 14 by submitting an essay and passing an interview. but dropped out as he doesn't want to be seem as a child prodigy. is a journalist. apparently he has got an IQ of 170++. waiting to be admitted to lasalle at that point of time. and the best thing is, he doesn't look like a geek. he looks like the typical ah beng, piercing, cap and berms with a bit too much of the english feel. he had a pet snake and tarantula which he fed them rodents. yuck and bloody. (one of my ex-colleague, who is pretty impressive too, used to have a pet scorpion. wth! next time i shall keep a pet ant colony. lol.) he could be bragging and lying but i choose not to doubt. whats the point, i rather be impressed than to be suspecting and jealous. face the truth, we all heard about the 4 year old uni kid and the baby who is chosen as a reincarnation of god, so whats wrong with having a 14 year old uni kid here?
to sum up, i really have got a wonderful life and is heading towards ideal.
- a close to dream and already satisfying and rewarding job (and the pay good too)
- a cosy bed in my homely abode
- a vehicle (bicycle)
- passion fueling life
- the ability to keep on dreaming and achieving what i really want and not what society dictates (prove me wrong that most people do whats expected of them)
at the end of the day, i don't see myself as how much lesser i am as compared to the others but as how much more i could grow into.
finally some one agrees that qualification ain't everything, life is. no matter how backwards one falls in terms of their education level, they could still made up for it in other ways. what good is a scholar if he/she doesn't know how to handle the vicissitudes of life.
the issue with us, i guess, is that we are all searching for the perfect life. thing is, there's no such thing as a perfect life. one has to make choices. choices signifies sacrifices. sacrifices might lead to regrets. so how could life ever be perfect when presented with such spectrum of decisions; loss and gain? the perfect life could only exist only if one live in ignorance and avoidance.
but on a lighter note, one could have their ideal life. ideal by making an informed choice of letting go and dedicating their work towards their goal, tipping the scale more towards gain than loss. what are our priorities? what do we really live for? is it really worth it to be in that high paying but soul sucking job? is it really necessary to acquire that label? to me, leading an ideal life do and could means letting go of anything, even if it is high in controversy; the 7 years lover, the opportunity for higher education or even the trade in of a promotion for an exotic job. everyone is different in their needs, personality and passion. that's why one decision that seems logically or socially wrong feels so right to the other.
on my way home, cycling in the rain, brought me back to the time when i just graduated from secondary school. caught in a similar weather, a kind uncle offered to share his umbrella across the road. he queried about my decision upon graduation, jc or poly? my answer, poly, maybe engineering. his reply, well, engineering you can get very high starting pay as compared to other fresh graduate but the pay increment really sucks. in contrast, for business student, the starting pay is lower but you can see no limit in terms of monetary rewards. as a 16 year old, i seriously ponder about his advise. but now, 4 years of growing up, if i were to be in the same situation, i would speak boldly of my aspirations cause storing money isn't passion but having a passion could bring in money, which could be in term use to fuel the passion. its an irony that people who earn so much seems more reluctant to part with their money in areas of personal growth.
here, i shall share the life of a guy who i met at SPCA. he's 18 but already with a list of achievements. he is teaching drama to primary school kids, acted in a local production. represent a hotel for this inter-hotel tennis competition (if i didn't recall wrongly) through the recommendation of his coach. is a lead singer for a band and producer or song writer for another. got into criminology at the age of 14 by submitting an essay and passing an interview. but dropped out as he doesn't want to be seem as a child prodigy. is a journalist. apparently he has got an IQ of 170++. waiting to be admitted to lasalle at that point of time. and the best thing is, he doesn't look like a geek. he looks like the typical ah beng, piercing, cap and berms with a bit too much of the english feel. he had a pet snake and tarantula which he fed them rodents. yuck and bloody. (one of my ex-colleague, who is pretty impressive too, used to have a pet scorpion. wth! next time i shall keep a pet ant colony. lol.) he could be bragging and lying but i choose not to doubt. whats the point, i rather be impressed than to be suspecting and jealous. face the truth, we all heard about the 4 year old uni kid and the baby who is chosen as a reincarnation of god, so whats wrong with having a 14 year old uni kid here?
to sum up, i really have got a wonderful life and is heading towards ideal.
- a close to dream and already satisfying and rewarding job (and the pay good too)
- a cosy bed in my homely abode
- a vehicle (bicycle)
- passion fueling life
- the ability to keep on dreaming and achieving what i really want and not what society dictates (prove me wrong that most people do whats expected of them)
at the end of the day, i don't see myself as how much lesser i am as compared to the others but as how much more i could grow into.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
are you still growing?
the disturbing thing is to learn that people find it comforting to stick with their old regimental beliefs even though they have moved on to another stage of life.
like i always say, if you have the same thinking as you have three years back, then you have not grow at all. thats why people goes, "if i knew what i know now back then, i be better off now"
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on a sidenote,
one of the keepers at the other dept tells us to get a life, its so late and we are still working. then again, THIS IS LIFE!! great company and exposure. laughing till you feel like its a challenge to keep that oreo in your mouth. getting harmless nags from colleague. getting slap by a rooster. doing all the stupid little things. simply put,
I LOVE MY JOB!
like i always say, if you have the same thinking as you have three years back, then you have not grow at all. thats why people goes, "if i knew what i know now back then, i be better off now"
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on a sidenote,
one of the keepers at the other dept tells us to get a life, its so late and we are still working. then again, THIS IS LIFE!! great company and exposure. laughing till you feel like its a challenge to keep that oreo in your mouth. getting harmless nags from colleague. getting slap by a rooster. doing all the stupid little things. simply put,
I LOVE MY JOB!
Friday, February 5, 2010
EXHILARATED!
finally finish all the projects! whee. went over to the career fair and was really interested in the wildlife reserve and resorts world. sounds very exciting. hope i could get in!! cross my fingers.
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scarcity creates value
abundance produces waste.
the heaviest responsibility one could shoulder is to shed those so-called duties and ensure that every moment, even the most brutal days, is worth living and reminiscing.
its your life. take charge.
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scarcity creates value
abundance produces waste.
the heaviest responsibility one could shoulder is to shed those so-called duties and ensure that every moment, even the most brutal days, is worth living and reminiscing.
its your life. take charge.
Monday, January 11, 2010
second chance
i so sick of this shit. i don't want to know how i am able to get funding from the government. i don't want to set up a business. i not interested in doing a resume for some freaking soul draining work. coming up with a spreadsheet is not going to help me in anything.
its so difficult to find a job i want. whatever keyword i put they just give me search result for admin assistant/bank/office or its outdated. honestly, singapore could have do so much so much better. if this place only need people to do all these kind of documentation, i could do more else where. tons more. and i am just starting to find this freaking place interesting. yet again, got cut off with a boring full stop. shut the hell up. get lost. freak. irritated. open up your mind. people. see the world. stop cooping yourself in some brainless cubicle. for goodness sake. u catch animal and trap them inside some stifling cages. you got so addicted to it that you doing it to yourself. idiots. shit.
shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. fuck.
its so difficult to find a job i want. whatever keyword i put they just give me search result for admin assistant/bank/office or its outdated. honestly, singapore could have do so much so much better. if this place only need people to do all these kind of documentation, i could do more else where. tons more. and i am just starting to find this freaking place interesting. yet again, got cut off with a boring full stop. shut the hell up. get lost. freak. irritated. open up your mind. people. see the world. stop cooping yourself in some brainless cubicle. for goodness sake. u catch animal and trap them inside some stifling cages. you got so addicted to it that you doing it to yourself. idiots. shit.
shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. fuck.
Friday, May 1, 2009
mechanise
day.work.lethargy.monotony.drone.drowning.sympathetic
day.break.anticipation.compose.laze.rejoice.simplicity
night.after-work.pals.grateful.alcohol.ease.liberation.darkness
day.work.lethargy.monotony.drone.drowning.sympathetic
day.break.anticipation.compose.laze.rejoice.simplicity
night.after-work.pals.grateful.alcohol.ease.liberation.darkness
day.work.lethargy.monotony.drone.drowning.sympathetic
day.break.anticipation.compose.laze.rejoice.simplicity
night.after-work.pals.grateful.alcohol.ease.liberation.darkness
incessantly repeating motion..
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Helo ...I i i a aa ma ma ma machinnnneeee
day.break.anticipation.compose.laze.rejoice.simplicity
night.after-work.pals.grateful.alcohol.ease.liberation.darkness
day.work.lethargy.monotony.drone.drowning.sympathetic
day.break.anticipation.compose.laze.rejoice.simplicity
night.after-work.pals.grateful.alcohol.ease.liberation.darkness
day.work.lethargy.monotony.drone.drowning.sympathetic
day.break.anticipation.compose.laze.rejoice.simplicity
night.after-work.pals.grateful.alcohol.ease.liberation.darkness
incessantly repeating motion..
==============================
Helo ...I i i a aa ma ma ma machinnnneeee
Friday, April 10, 2009
confuse
the hatred, the contempt and the lack of rational thinking.
when people let emotions get hold of them, their actions become illogical and irresponsible. they would not weigh the consequences of their actions. they think they could get away with it, or maybe not, but they just felt an urge to take revenge. each time, these foolish actions would only transpire into regrets. still, theres no getting rid of these emotions. a vengeful soul can reside even in the most frail and innocent looking shell.
but, why would one go through so much hassle just to seduce the devil? more often than not, the devil, with his provocative smile and mellow voice, will whisper and prompt one to have a taste of the "sweet" revenge.
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why do people see the need to complicate things?
when people let emotions get hold of them, their actions become illogical and irresponsible. they would not weigh the consequences of their actions. they think they could get away with it, or maybe not, but they just felt an urge to take revenge. each time, these foolish actions would only transpire into regrets. still, theres no getting rid of these emotions. a vengeful soul can reside even in the most frail and innocent looking shell.
but, why would one go through so much hassle just to seduce the devil? more often than not, the devil, with his provocative smile and mellow voice, will whisper and prompt one to have a taste of the "sweet" revenge.
but in the end, she will only find herself in the wrong side of the law...
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why do people see the need to complicate things?
Thursday, April 2, 2009
so, please...
am i still who i am? do i still have what it takes?
why do i feel so trapped inside an hourglass, where all i could do is to watch the trickling sand burys me, slowly taking away my life? yet, i remain hopeful each day, waiting for somebody to turn the hourglass, saving me from the agony.
but, how long will the wait be? waiting has never been mine forte. i need to prove something to myself, promptly. though so, feeling self-content was barely sufficient, i need acknowledgement.
i do not wish to be over reliant but i am not ready to be independent. so, please guide me.
if you see me falter, do not reprimand me, for i will fall deeper. so, please correct me.
if you see that i am accomplished, do not praise me, for i will be overwhelmed by pride. so, please just encourage me.
maybe, i will wander very far off track if i were not being rein in. so, please do not wait till i on the verge of the valley of regrets. by then, it will be too late for salvation. i do not wish to be covered with countless wounds before you notice me.
finally, i will learn to be more disciplined but its exhaustive. so, please be patient with me, for i am silly and disheartening at times.
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thanks for listening to my lament(:
why do i feel so trapped inside an hourglass, where all i could do is to watch the trickling sand burys me, slowly taking away my life? yet, i remain hopeful each day, waiting for somebody to turn the hourglass, saving me from the agony.
but, how long will the wait be? waiting has never been mine forte. i need to prove something to myself, promptly. though so, feeling self-content was barely sufficient, i need acknowledgement.
i do not wish to be over reliant but i am not ready to be independent. so, please guide me.
if you see me falter, do not reprimand me, for i will fall deeper. so, please correct me.
if you see that i am accomplished, do not praise me, for i will be overwhelmed by pride. so, please just encourage me.
maybe, i will wander very far off track if i were not being rein in. so, please do not wait till i on the verge of the valley of regrets. by then, it will be too late for salvation. i do not wish to be covered with countless wounds before you notice me.
finally, i will learn to be more disciplined but its exhaustive. so, please be patient with me, for i am silly and disheartening at times.
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thanks for listening to my lament(:
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