date: Sunday, September 17, 2006 @ 1:09 am
title: Poem of Hearts.
Thank u for watching The BanquetYour eyes shimmered under movie light.
I sat beside you all the time
yet that night in the house
your eyes sparked like a diamond
that I have lost for a long while.
Thoughts ran through my mind as the movie past before my eyes:
when is the next time that we can sit down again to do something alike.
The colours and the white.
The mask and the blood.
The animals and human.
all seem nonsense to my heart
when all i want is just to spend time with u.
oh it seem foolish to think that you will be gone soon
that i have no choice but to cherish this little time i have
not under the moonlight. not under the stars.
but under the cloak of darkness that covers your delicate skin.
how i wish the movie never ends and the darkness kept u afraid.
That you stay always beside me and never away.
The Banquet is a remake of Shakespeare production.
It has the similar elements of our dearest Hamlet.
'To be or not to be' this question is not heard.
But is felt and seen thru the directors stage directions.
It is symbolised by the hidden ugly mask.
Yes. This might be the last time.
No. There might be another time.
But I just wan to say:
Thank you for watching The Banquet with me.
Now I can rest with little regrets
but just some remorse that the night ran faster than my heart beat.
My heart beat stopped when u came over.
It just stayed silent. Quietly. No movement whatsoever.
Thank you for watching The Banquet.
Thank you for watching The Banquet.
date: Saturday, September 16, 2006 @ 9:55 pm
title: Friendster
A Note on Friendster:
To me.
Physical needs: Life's good when my stomach is full.
Thinking too much is my forte. seriously for fools (like me)
and crying is my hobby when I dun get enough food.
Ha. Crapping like above is so like me.
So please prepare to receive this when I'm all drunk and happy.
Empathy is the way I see things.
So it explains why my blog seems a mess
with archaic expression too faint to understand.
I love Church. It's self explanationary.
Nothing beats a good sunday with friends that value beyond friendship.
Without much say they finetune all saddness with love and care
when its hard to find it anyway.
I'm a symbol of ironic oxymoron.
OR moron until you get to know me and not my appearance.
Its a reflection of my inner being, yet it acts as a reflector as well.
To me: my life is like a drama.
I'm just an actor for my Creator.
E Bible is my script to live out this character in a world feel misfitting
but its the paradise that I desire for
and also for the generation after mine.
This is my statement: Love God. Love People..
date: Monday, September 04, 2006 @ 8:57 pm
title: Death
Steve Irwin aka Croc Hunter. died.
I love his wildlife documentaries and all his appearance in different television programmes. I am heartbroken that the stingray took his life away. But I am glad he kicked the bucket while purning his passion.
What about myself?
News after news about teenagers committing suicides, I fear for my friends. Life is getting tougher and not many can handle the constant rapid changes in expectations. Its getting more and more intensive and broader that almost everything has expectations covered.
Friends. Family. Studies. Work. Leisure. Relationships. CCAs. Everything.
Individually speaking, they are impotent and easily managed by anyone. But when they clash together, it becomes a supernova.
Ka-Boom! All hell break loss. Hope is immediately dashed.
It was like that last year for me. Crying seem to be an occasion affair for the emo boyhere.
Everything was piling. Everything was overwhelming. Everything demanded my utmost attention. Everything seemed impossible. But now things have changed. Changed for the better.
Grow at all cost.
For God. For church. For my friends. For my family. For my country.
I will do whatever it takes to: i) glorify God ii) save souls iii) make a difference so what the next generation will have better. iv) brainstorm for more things to accomplish and whack the hell out of it (literal sense).
I cannot die. I cannot give up. I must fight!
Must win. Not to win is not an option. Winning needs planning. Winning needs strategy. Winning needs courage. Winning needs integrity. Winning needs talents. Winning needs effort. Winning needs each other. Therefore I cannot fall. I cannot backslide. I cannot lose my flame. I cannot compromise to accommdate my comfort zone.
Emerge is the key.
Getting out. Moving out. Shifting out. Growing out.
People say, 'Jack of all trade. Master of none.'
I'm a ballbreaker. A self-driven and motivated breaker.
I believe : Jack of all trade. Mastered through God.' I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me. Impossible is history. Make an impossible history for the next generation to supercede. My life is not for myself. Its for my decendents.
I may die. But my race will be taken over.
This is my confession.
date: Friday, September 01, 2006 @ 10:01 am
title: Shuffle!
Shuffle!
addicted.
