Sleepy days

Time comes and goes.
And here i am, one year later and one year less wise, different in some ways, and same in some,
but mostly different though.

The significance and the thing that kept not just me but all others going during the year was the PMR exam.

And while it lasted, there's the end. Wow...the burden was finally lifted. And what does it lead to...?
Well, i really don't know .....There's no aim anymore, some are temporary, others...well....it was fun while it lasted.

Alas, boredom snare me at home, nothing much to do. Go to school you say ? The same. Gambles at school, placing bets, whats fun is there, no idea......kinda pathetic don't ya think?

Being somniferous all the way, slacking, loathing, hence dying from boredom eventually...

(What to do? )

( Well, why don't ya go for a holiday? )

( Nah...the only thing that i'll do there is sit back and relax at the hotel, must well stay at home.)

( Hmmm..Go out then, shopping .. )

( Empty pocket .)

( Work then ~ )

( Lazy.....= O = *yawn .)

( Well, there's that reunion between your primary friends a few days later .)

( Hmmm....Not interested. )

( Why not? its been three years since you saw them .)

( Yeah, i know, but..well.....Should i ditch them? )

( No.)

( Just ' No" ? )

( Yes. )

( Yes, just ' no ' or yes, you are a worthless scum that's selfish, pathetic and slacking fool that's don't even care about his friends? )

(........ )

( Well?? )

( I'm thinking. )

( About what? )

( Why the heck am i talking to myself)

( ............. )

Dream On

*Read this slowly, it is supposed to be melancholic.

Life is meant to be a dream, skating on soft, white ice,
Enjoying while eyes and fins and razors peer through the dark water beneath,
Pulsing and whispering seduction.
Dreams fall like wingless birds from the sky,
And when we die, the ice breaks, and we wake up for the first time,
Joining the monsters that take us into their arms, in hell......


I dream of a plain of ice, i feel the presence of " Ice"
or maybe it's just the wind.
Brushing against my hand,
Like a delicate flower.

I hear a voice, an echoing voice,
Crushing, Engulfing......
Resonating into the distance,
Just like thunder.

It was the death call,
Resounding into the distance.
On that plain of Ice, i Die.

Hell is a big place, a cold place,
And it stretches as much as miles, and maybe more.
I will go to the throne of Lucifer himself,
and demand to be given back what is mine,
My life.....

Heaven is a small place, warm and comfortable,
But it stretches in moments not so much as miles, and maybe less.
I doubt God himself has a place for me.

So where should i go?
Dreaming on............endlessly...


This may be the last post, maybe not, i don't know. Enjoy.

Nighty night

Now, this is a tale about a soldier. He was with the NAVY then. Gavin was his name and he was one of the finest soldier the country have. He was strong. He could run really fast. Not that he ever run away from his enemies before. And he was brave. Not that he was ever cowardly.

He was everything a man could ever wanted and women too . But he did lack of height. Not that he was short , but rather everyone was just always a bit taller than him. Now, Gavin was not content. People would sing and write poems about heroes as strong, brave , good looking, intelligent, but never short.

And so, there was a rumour about an old man that had the ability to make someone tall. He went to search for him. The old man lived in an old hut outskirt of the city, deep in the forest. He searched for days.

As the sun rose to reclaim possesion of the sky from the night, Gavin finally made it. He knocked at the door and the old man opened it. The conversation went something like this:

Li-Ved: Good Morning.
Gavin : Hello.
Li-Ved: And what can I, a petty old man do for you.
Gavin : Well, I was looking for a man that has the ability to make someone tall, or so the rumour goes.
Li-Ved: Ahh ... And the rumour's right.

But little did he know the story behind the rumour. Li-Ved was a devil indeed, the kind of guy who enjoy pulling legs from flies during his youth and chopping off humans' legs after he was old. In short , he was cruel. The folks would tell stories about him to scare children off. But till now none have proved true.

And so Li-Ved invited Gavin for a stay. The old man was quite scary, he had wrinkles, and crooked nose, and he always wore black, jet black clothes .He said that he liked black cause black is the boldest and best. And the most dramatic. And it is. Gavin was slightly intimidated and scared of him.

Gavin stayed for a few weeks, he could use the rest from the NAVY. Li-Ved accommadated him. He would give Gavin an absolutely delicious dinner with plenty of wine and as he grew sleepy, he might well thought to himself that he was, after all, rather lucky to be spending nights with the old man. He would think that the old man might even be a fool for being so kind. Li-Ved offered him everything he could need except making him tall. And so Gavin got frustated and finally asked him.

And so the old man told him about the amazing magic bed. He said “ It fits anyone. It doesn't matter how tall your are or how short you are, its the perfect length for you. “ But it doesn't explained how it could make him tall but Li-Ved would tell no more.

This is how the ' magic bed ' worked. At one end of the bed there was a rope and drum; at the other end a razor sharp cleaver. If you were too short for the bed, Li-Ved would stretch you. If you were too long, he would cut off your legs. Either way, it was one bed in which nobody ever wake up from.

Gavin was blindfolded and put onto the bed. The last words the old man said was “ You got fooled by a fool, you foolish fool “ Whether Gavin had to be lengthened or shortened ( maybe the bed was too short for him ) , nobody knows. Who is it to say which endings is more likely?

And so, don't fret if you are short and don't boast if you are tall. 'Cause one night, you might stumbled across this bed and regret.



This is a story made for Gavin ( and me too I think ) and a warning to others. Enjoy . {haha}


One more thing, Li-Ved was a devil indeed. He enjoy people's suffering. His name was Lived, for he once lived and died as a human before being reborned as a devil. And if you read the name backwards, it would spell Devil.

Lets put a smile on that face

It was Sean's 10th birthday, and the present he got was a stuffed clown. At first sight, he hated it. It had a crooked smile and black circles around its eyes, wearing a blue jester on its head. He couldn't stand it.

Right after he got it, he placed it on the highest and the furthest bookshelf from his bed.

Every night he would dread about the clown. Even though, it was far away, its eyes were still staring straight at him. Day after day, he would complain to his mom. And she would always answer “ It's just a toy, my dear” Finally one night he decided to turn the clown around so that its face would stare at the wall instead of him. Yet, on the next day, the clown would turn back round and stare at him.

He asked his mom whether she had moved it. “ No “ was her answer and this made him more worried. And the following nights, he would tell himself “ it's not alive, it's not alive “ but he wouldn't dare turn the clown around again for fear it would turn back and proved its alive. Every night, he slept by the watchful eyes of the clown . He hated clowns.

One day, when he woke from his sleep, on the bookshelf , there were two clowns. His heart pounded so hard that the pain swept him away. The other clown was almost the same as the first , except for his jester hat, it was red, and instead of a smile, it was wearing a frown. He asked his mother, she answered casually “ I don't know, but they make a good pair , just let it be my dear ” Now , Sean is very worried.

Every night, two pairs of eyes would stare at him, one with a eerie smile that look like it was smug. One with a sadistic frown that expressed pity for him, but to him, it was not so. They were both evil and there were no pity. Did he mentioned that he hated clowns?

His mom got tired of his complaints and started ignoring him whenever he started complaining. He too grew tired of the fear, but he can't make it go away.

One night, before he eyes closed and slept, there was a sound           “ thud “ , it sounded like something had fallen. He looked around his room and there it was, the clown with the sadistic frown was on the ground. Sean was very afraid. It couldn't be the wind that blew it, cause the windows were closed, so it couldn't just fall off. He got more scared......He decided to let it be and wait till morning. He curled himself under his blanket. Minutes paseed when his blanket started moving down his legs. He looked down. It was the clown !!! It was alive, pulling his blanket away, he couldnt scream, something choked his throat, fear....

The next morning, Sean's mom wouldn't have to hear his complaints anymore, not because they are getting rid of the clowns, but because Sean was never found. And there were two clowns in his room, now both with a smile . 

 
I asked Sean that day, whether he liked clowns. He said ' no '
So this is the story i thought of dedicated to him. {haha}

Wine

The room was filled,
with a symphony of moans and cries of pleasure.
Doing it for thrill,
The lust of both could no longer be endure.

He wrapped her with his bare chest, lean muscle,
Moving with a playful manner.
Her crystal-blue eye bewitched and dazzled,
Showing off her deepest feminine demeanour.

His body overwhelmed with testosterone,
Fingers followed down her waist to hips.
His kisses course down from her cheekbone,
Passionately met between their spidery lips.

The touch of his slipped to her chest,
Leaving her gasping for air, breathless.
Finally, she gracefully undressed,
She was beautiful, it could kill him more or less.

Hands and legs constantly intertwine,
Emotions setting in, getting physically sublime.
The kisses sweet and taste like wine,
Nothing could compare to this that's so fine.

A poem after finishing the novel VA ...
Ideas just came pouring in ....{haha}

Dawn

I jolted up from my sleep, reminicing the nightmares i had. It were never good.

I gazed through the eerie window. A branch from a tree. A single raven with its infinite depths of dark eyes, staring at me . I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, i couldn't even think. Fear engulfed me.

When did ravens able to seize people's abitilty? Well... it seized mine.

Then, my fingers slowly crept to the table beside my lovely bed, covered with the whitest sheets. I looked at the clock, Within mere 3 hours it would be the time the sun kisses the horizon and shine it's divinity on earth, Dawn. Time passed. The ticks of the second hand of the clock aches like pulses of blood behind a bruise.

I stood up, strecthed myself half-awake. I dragged myself through the door. Ran my fingers down to the door knob. As i twisted it, it creaked as if hating being forced open. I strode down the stair case. I almost fell one or two but went on.

I was disoriented. Every steps i made around the house seems wrong. A mistake. I felt like being trapped in a catacomb, trying my hardest to escape.

A door stood in front of me. I never remembered any doors like this one. It's knob were yellow in colour, like melted honey spread on crisp golden toast, glittered and shone like chips of topaz.

Curiousity pushed me ahead.

Opening it, a single chair was in the middle room. As i paced forward, the door behind me slammed. Total eclipse of the eyes, it was darkness.

But somehow i saw dimmed light around the chair.I walked closer. A wee teddy bear was sitting on it. It was brown, like sand on the beach or mud, only darker or maybe lighter, i didnt know.

" Hi " i said to the bear. it didnt answer of course. But in the abbys of my mind, something took over my body, my lips and said those syllables. " Hi , Max " i said now with a name though it was unfamiliar. A small table lay beside it with two cups of tea , i think . My hand went for it without the command of my brain. i gave it to Max ( if its even his name), and of course it spilled. " Oh Max, im sorry." i muttered thoughtlessly. But it sat motionless, eyeing me with dead silence. " If you are going to be like then be it" I muttered those words even though i didnt get his reply in the first place.

It was like im seeing these events as a third person, an observer. But then the bear sprang to life with its filthy teeth, and consumed me, wholely.

I was in agony, the pain was overwhelming, pain that bad that it felt like being dragged slowly across a bed of razor blades, endlessly, pain so bad you would take death with a smile just to get away from it and at that moment i realised i would never see the dawn breaking through the horizon.... That stupid bear caused this pain,   
M A X ..........

Another random written to be amused {haha} The name of the teddy can be anyone but i chose Max cause it suits him well, it's cute, chubby and deadly at the same time.....Creepy isnt it ? {haha}

Farewell

Its random. Max was trying to write a farewell kind of poem for a friend, and while he sat there and started writing,i did too.
So according to Max, he's going to SG . So, Max want to make a nice and sweet poem, i in the other hand dont even know this dude,(haha) i gotta write from scratch without any real experience ...so i turn to morbid thoughts for help and decided to write a bitter but ' memorable ' poem . It's just a sketch and its for fun.

Today we shall bid farewell,
For you are going to hell,
In Singapore's black pit you shall dwell,
We wish for your worst and unwell.

You worthless scum !~
For you left us in the dump,
You ungrateful bastard !~
For you are vile beyond words.

Until your mournful return,
Your kith and kins shall be burned,
Your wellbeing is not our concern anymore,
'Cause we hate you forevermore.

You chased your dream so willingly,
But we shall shun you so callously,
We despise you to the very core,
So now, you will never be adored.

It is time for us to cut our ties,
For our bonds have died,
Here and now we shall part,
Leaving no rememberence in our heart.