He strikes hard as his sword 'clinks' against his heavy armour. A mixture of bloodsweattearsmightandanger. He battles on - every last feint of strength soaring through his veins.
His legs weary. His stomach gripping. His lips parched.
Night and day. No rest for the wanted. No rest for the weak.
Suddenly, a gush of blood stains the sand below his feet. A soaring pain shoots across his belly like a saw to a tree. Like waking up before the ending of a happy dream. Like losing a 100m race by a millisecond.
He turns around and falls to the ground only to catch a glimpse of his prosecutor. He fought hard to resist only to fall and catch his last breath.
Twas the end of his 50 year reign. His body is weak but his mind is gold.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Nervosa
She looked in the mirror and proceedes to turn away from the mere shame and disregard for herself and her flesh and blood. Tears streamed incessantly. Mind spaced out and foggy. Her abdomen - cramped with hunger.
To her, an imperfect body reflects an imperfect person. Perfection in her eyes was an imperfection of the norm. Bones framed her tiny build. Slight, some people might say. She looks out of the window. The cold, damp weather - unkind and overbearing. Like the torrentious draft of wind that shudders her down to the bone.
Tired and weary. Emaciated and Pulverised.
10 years passed. Slowly.
The battle was gradually and then suddenly lifted. Like a sharp piercing bolt of light through the darkest nights.
It finally occured to her.
As the facade she clung onto wittled away, she gathered steam and reached out for help.
All that's left now is a scarred face..
To her, an imperfect body reflects an imperfect person. Perfection in her eyes was an imperfection of the norm. Bones framed her tiny build. Slight, some people might say. She looks out of the window. The cold, damp weather - unkind and overbearing. Like the torrentious draft of wind that shudders her down to the bone.
Tired and weary. Emaciated and Pulverised.
10 years passed. Slowly.
The battle was gradually and then suddenly lifted. Like a sharp piercing bolt of light through the darkest nights.
It finally occured to her.
As the facade she clung onto wittled away, she gathered steam and reached out for help.
All that's left now is a scarred face..
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Maybe..
He spoke and looked back into his exorbitant, unconscionable past only to recover the inexplicable ways of torment and gross surreality. His mind loose and weary from that final anticipatory hit. Brown, his friends called it. He clenches his fist and holds his head in his hand, hard.
Across, a mere acquaintance captivated and stunned with empathy and compassion. Bleeding into the fixation of these horrifying events. Events, un-erasable, brutal to say the least. His stepfather.
Young as he was, threatened to silence.
Maybe his mother was to blame in all of this. Maybe his father should have stuck by. Maybe his brother deserved less to never have left home. Maybe his guts failed him when it mattered the most.
Maybe he was just a number in all of this and time was up. Destiny had been unfair to him.
He cracked and tore himself up. Memories of unprecedented neglect and deprivation. Feeble in pride. Unfortunately, too proud at heart. A huge bump in the road will slowly be mended. Therapy and de-abandonment for shovels and sticks. A spark of faith.
The battle, not won yet but is due, in time.
The words 'candor dat viribus alas' echoed in his head.
Sincerity gives wings to strength.. Strength gives wings to courage.
Lose the number.
Across, a mere acquaintance captivated and stunned with empathy and compassion. Bleeding into the fixation of these horrifying events. Events, un-erasable, brutal to say the least. His stepfather.
Young as he was, threatened to silence.
Maybe his mother was to blame in all of this. Maybe his father should have stuck by. Maybe his brother deserved less to never have left home. Maybe his guts failed him when it mattered the most.
Maybe he was just a number in all of this and time was up. Destiny had been unfair to him.
He cracked and tore himself up. Memories of unprecedented neglect and deprivation. Feeble in pride. Unfortunately, too proud at heart. A huge bump in the road will slowly be mended. Therapy and de-abandonment for shovels and sticks. A spark of faith.
The battle, not won yet but is due, in time.
The words 'candor dat viribus alas' echoed in his head.
Sincerity gives wings to strength.. Strength gives wings to courage.
Lose the number.
Monday, May 12, 2008
The Revival
Oh my gosh! It's been ages since i last visited my blog and even longer than ages since i last published anything on it.. i feel sorry for my blog.. and for my little pet monkey hanging around the page..haven't even fed him in a year..
Anyhoos, i'm going to try and revive my blog by publishing at least 2 entries a month.. see.. so realistic! haha My blog has been dead for such a long time i don't even know if anyone visits my blog anymore.. sad but true..
Over the past year, i..
1) have had multiple panic attacks from the previous exam
2) had a fungal infection behind and at the sides of both my knees
3) shivered my ass off during winter
4) bought a bicycle, used it 3 times, kept it for 6 months and finally got Andrew to sell it off
5) went to Amsterdam.. haha.
6) rode the Nottingham Eye (yep it's the Nottingham version of the London Eye, it's probably 10 times smaller)
7) went to Singapore.. again..:)
8) met a whole lot of new friends :)
9) joined the gym to increase my fitness levels
10) developed this irritating patch of pimples on my forehead
11) learnt that life is spiraling towards a monotonous black boring hole
12) realised that my true ambition is to marry a rich man, work at the hospital part time and the rest of the time, do nothing but shop and meet up with my friends.
13) lost my favourite and v expensive watch.. sigh..
14) drove over a white kitten in the highway.. ( it appeared out of nowhere..it has been a year ago and i still am reminded of it till now :( )
15) became older.. sigh
One would expect to have done more than that over the course of the year.. but heck my memory is that of a goldfish.. I'm proud of myself for remembering all of that :)
Anyhoos, i'm going to try and revive my blog by publishing at least 2 entries a month.. see.. so realistic! haha My blog has been dead for such a long time i don't even know if anyone visits my blog anymore.. sad but true..
Over the past year, i..
1) have had multiple panic attacks from the previous exam
2) had a fungal infection behind and at the sides of both my knees
3) shivered my ass off during winter
4) bought a bicycle, used it 3 times, kept it for 6 months and finally got Andrew to sell it off
5) went to Amsterdam.. haha.
6) rode the Nottingham Eye (yep it's the Nottingham version of the London Eye, it's probably 10 times smaller)
7) went to Singapore.. again..:)
8) met a whole lot of new friends :)
9) joined the gym to increase my fitness levels
10) developed this irritating patch of pimples on my forehead
11) learnt that life is spiraling towards a monotonous black boring hole
12) realised that my true ambition is to marry a rich man, work at the hospital part time and the rest of the time, do nothing but shop and meet up with my friends.
13) lost my favourite and v expensive watch.. sigh..
14) drove over a white kitten in the highway.. ( it appeared out of nowhere..it has been a year ago and i still am reminded of it till now :( )
15) became older.. sigh
One would expect to have done more than that over the course of the year.. but heck my memory is that of a goldfish.. I'm proud of myself for remembering all of that :)
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Someone once told me, to believe is to succeed and to lose hope is to be no less than alive for which given any day, a person as hopeless as he may be would not be living at all. Beliefs should always come with wishes almost impossible to achieve, almost unicorn-like. Hence, cashing in believes so surreal would only curb great beginnings and hope for even better and unbelievable things to happen.
Someone once told me, beauty should always be appreciated as thorough as a piece of chocolate. A chocolate too precious to give up to indulgence yet too alluring to be left alone. Truth be told, beauty very significantly plays a role in our lives, be it an exquisite diamond cut so extreme in it's beauty, people only gage at it's very existence, or, wine so fine in it's taste, it graces hopes of poverished vinery owners ever-so-instantly.
Someone once told me, life is always what you make it to be. Like I always say, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Good things are always in front you, it just depends on how your read the picture. They pour upon you like sweet-nothings or fade like flowers in autumn. Materialistically or not.
Walk, skip and dance through life. Be, if not fully, mostly contented with what has been engraved in your circle of life. Although minute flaws creep up on you like disgusting little bugs you'd spend a lifetime contending, or, nails or pebblestones that worship ur feet when you've lost your shoes (haha.. where did THAT come from.. :)), you'd most certainly be able to label your life - perfect. :)
That someone is my subconscious.
Have you got one doing you right?
On another note,
Am coming back early February...
:)
Welcome me!! :)
Currently listening to: Sade
Someone once told me, beauty should always be appreciated as thorough as a piece of chocolate. A chocolate too precious to give up to indulgence yet too alluring to be left alone. Truth be told, beauty very significantly plays a role in our lives, be it an exquisite diamond cut so extreme in it's beauty, people only gage at it's very existence, or, wine so fine in it's taste, it graces hopes of poverished vinery owners ever-so-instantly.
Someone once told me, life is always what you make it to be. Like I always say, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Good things are always in front you, it just depends on how your read the picture. They pour upon you like sweet-nothings or fade like flowers in autumn. Materialistically or not.
Walk, skip and dance through life. Be, if not fully, mostly contented with what has been engraved in your circle of life. Although minute flaws creep up on you like disgusting little bugs you'd spend a lifetime contending, or, nails or pebblestones that worship ur feet when you've lost your shoes (haha.. where did THAT come from.. :)), you'd most certainly be able to label your life - perfect. :)
That someone is my subconscious.
Have you got one doing you right?
On another note,
Am coming back early February...
:)
Welcome me!! :)
Currently listening to: Sade
Monday, December 11, 2006
I want to scream.
I want to shout ravishingly uncensored ravaging porous words without thought and rationality. I want to desperately feed your soul of unrevolving plundering, hurt, sorrow and digustingly acceptable gibberish. I want to metamorphosise rocks into sand. I want to shout so hard, i would profanitise the little lamb song.
I want to be so rude, i strive to see myself in the mirror.
I want to erase the fact that rudeness is an incredibly weak and pityful man's attempt at showing mere strength and power. i want to see screaming and shouting as an antidote to incredible desperate attempts of liberation. I want to suck the life out of little scratch wounds. I want to dig at it and strangulate, every single strand of muscle.
I want to be silent.
Silence only breaks A person. Suicidal acts cure a person. And breaks them. Literally.
I want to ignore.
Ignorance is bliss.
p.s. I'm not bitter.. :)
I want to shout ravishingly uncensored ravaging porous words without thought and rationality. I want to desperately feed your soul of unrevolving plundering, hurt, sorrow and digustingly acceptable gibberish. I want to metamorphosise rocks into sand. I want to shout so hard, i would profanitise the little lamb song.
I want to be so rude, i strive to see myself in the mirror.
I want to erase the fact that rudeness is an incredibly weak and pityful man's attempt at showing mere strength and power. i want to see screaming and shouting as an antidote to incredible desperate attempts of liberation. I want to suck the life out of little scratch wounds. I want to dig at it and strangulate, every single strand of muscle.
I want to be silent.
Silence only breaks A person. Suicidal acts cure a person. And breaks them. Literally.
I want to ignore.
Ignorance is bliss.
p.s. I'm not bitter.. :)
Friday, December 01, 2006
Hair tips
HAIR TIPS
Lesson 1: Always make time for narcisism.. you'd be able to decide which hairstyle suits u best with loads of pictures...
This was how my hair looked in Jan 06
Lesson 2: Take pride in styling your hair.. :)
In May, Man.. i've never been so proud of my hair.. *tear tear..haha
Lesson 3: Never go to the hair stylist and say "CUT".. do elaborate... :)
Then it grew long and i had it cut it again..
This time it was really really short, at the top especially.. if u look at the pic carefully you'll be able to see the short spikes at the top of my head
Lesson 4: Always look at the mirror before coming out of the house.. (I styled my hair in the car, i think.. i dunno how i let myself out of the house with such messy hair... the picture below is the best picture i could find of my hair.. only the fringe shows.. tee hee hee)
This is how my hair looked before i left to the UK.. the girl on my right is some brazilian (i think) model.. :)
And.................
Lesson 5: Read magazines on hair tips cause if you're actually abiding by my suggestions, you really do have hair problems..
This is how my hair looks at present time..
The colour effect the camera gives out is kinda cool.. The blonde-ish part used to be RED.. at present, my fringe is annoyingly long.. so much so i never leave my room without my trusty hairband or a bunch of clips.. and the short (or long) hair tickles the back of my neck CONSTANTLY.. damn irritating
Damn i need a haircut..
LEsson 6: If all else fails, contemplate on shaving ur head, or just learn to deal with not caring about how u look..
I found this picture on someone's friendster page a couple of weeks back and i really like the pic.. so here's a pic of the wonderful imu bunch for all time's sake.. :)
Lesson 1: Always make time for narcisism.. you'd be able to decide which hairstyle suits u best with loads of pictures...
This was how my hair looked in Jan 06
Lesson 2: Take pride in styling your hair.. :)
In May, Man.. i've never been so proud of my hair.. *tear tear..haha
Lesson 3: Never go to the hair stylist and say "CUT".. do elaborate... :)
Then it grew long and i had it cut it again..
This time it was really really short, at the top especially.. if u look at the pic carefully you'll be able to see the short spikes at the top of my head
Lesson 4: Always look at the mirror before coming out of the house.. (I styled my hair in the car, i think.. i dunno how i let myself out of the house with such messy hair... the picture below is the best picture i could find of my hair.. only the fringe shows.. tee hee hee)
This is how my hair looked before i left to the UK.. the girl on my right is some brazilian (i think) model.. :)
And.................
Lesson 5: Read magazines on hair tips cause if you're actually abiding by my suggestions, you really do have hair problems..
This is how my hair looks at present time..
The colour effect the camera gives out is kinda cool.. The blonde-ish part used to be RED.. at present, my fringe is annoyingly long.. so much so i never leave my room without my trusty hairband or a bunch of clips.. and the short (or long) hair tickles the back of my neck CONSTANTLY.. damn irritating
Damn i need a haircut..
LEsson 6: If all else fails, contemplate on shaving ur head, or just learn to deal with not caring about how u look..
I found this picture on someone's friendster page a couple of weeks back and i really like the pic.. so here's a pic of the wonderful imu bunch for all time's sake.. :)
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