Stanzas to Meows, Meows to Miracles

To: Lady Chaos

2011-02-06T23:33:00.005+08:00

i dreamt Lady Chaos with despair sigh
but she cared not for suits and hearts
with glacial bleeding an heart to die
and torn of memory strewn in parts
the question: was she enchanting?
magic, sorcery, glyph and rune
circle to keep the sick struggling
for air as the soul drowns in ruin
with a look and nothing more to last
a play, a gait, and torrent of an april shower
there was the mystery as he weaves her as past
hands to flip the tarot to reveal the Tower
kneel before Stygian shores to whisper her name
that in the sleeping the dead might live again

Smoke

2011-01-28T14:41:00.002+08:00

rain
so so so
very heavy

would you
with
me
cuddle
in

out
the window
keep
warm
and dry

ember
splitter splatter

Upstairs

2010-11-23T00:47:00.004+08:00

come with me
together
we'd climb the stairs
up,
level eight
the hall fellow's balcony
we'd take a drag or two
and pray he don't come out.

the Nuclear Winter

2010-11-22T21:14:00.001+08:00

___, you're being ridiculous.

It's Raining

2010-11-16T15:21:00.002+08:00

don't you like it
when it rains,
but we're safely dry indoors?

wet outside
it's HUGE
lightning
and rumbling

her
crimson
nails

she
dreamily
stares

at

On a Fruit Salad

2010-11-16T01:44:00.001+08:00

do i love my country: we have so many different races, so many different cultures, so many different gods, traditions, customs, the chinese 7th month ge tai, malay weddings in the void deck, thaipusam indian parades of devotion, we have got mosques, temples, churches together, sometimes on the same street, we have lots of different food, laksa, po piah, nasi lemak, chicken rice, roti prata, peranakan, so many different flavours, our language, singlish, a mixture of many dialects, a dilution of our colonial masters' tongue

and you've got this blend of race and religion, the hindus with their ramayana, the chinese; sun wukong and journey to the west, the christians tell of tales from the gospel. the chinese have shamans who enter trances, the malays picked up islam and fast, and pray to an unseen god. you have this harmony between the races, different languages, different dialects within these languages, and then you have the gods of these religions, and devotees, in harmony as well,

somewhere, something went wrong, poor judgement?

it's this poor judgement, that's led to us citizens to become critiquing folk who don't know what they're criticising, who don't know and choose not to find out, and continue laughing and profiling the other races, it's this same poor judgement that's allowing violence for the sake of violence, criticism for the sake of criticism, protestation for the sake of protestation, it's this same poor judgement that's breeding elitism, capitalism, and a selfish pragmatism in parenting, and children, to study for As and certs, slow down, to see how vibrant a country we have become,

while backpacking, we met an austrian couple, i told them about singapore, singapore is like a fruit salad, i tell them, with all these races, languages and religions different cubes of fruit, and our flavour must be taken as a whole, salad, to eat a piece of fruit off the salad and say, this is how the salad tastes is wrong, we must eat every piece of fruit and say, this is how a fruit salad tastes like, that's how unique we are, a fruit salad, a mixture of different flavours.

what would i defend? this rojakness of a country, this identity that is many. or the unconscious hostility everyone harbours as they eye another as competition on the bell curve.

do i love my country?

why, i might be in love with the notion of falling in love.

Thoughts

2010-11-15T17:06:00.003+08:00

personally, i didn't really enjoy cambodia. iunno why. it was so strange when we entered Phnom Penh, it'd didn't feel like a comfortable city. a different vibe, as when we entered Ho Chi Minh City. besides that, in general it felt like the country was lost. tourism, sure, every country relies on tourism for foreign income. but the exploitation of the industry, i thought it was annoying. i'd compare vietnam with cambodia. cambodia has had a rough history of the pol pot regime, many died to extreme communism, it's an ultra grim period of cambodia's history. 1975 - 1979, 4 years of the regime, crippled the economy, wrecked the country. a score later, the country still seems to be stuck in ruins. everywhere we went, we'd see land mine victims begging, exploiting their handicap. tourist attractions? yes, come look at the genocide centre, mass killing place here, mass killing place there. times magazine, a while ago, featured this new "tourist attraction" cambodia's gonna open, some pol pot former residence. talk about milking history.

but look at vietnam, it's so much different, 1955 - 1975, that's 20 years of fighting, 20 years of napalm, 20 years of senseless destruction, but look at the country now. when we went to the War Remnant Museum, there's this section where they showed war torn vietnam, and vietnam today, was a moving gallery, as we see how vietnam has moved away from their past. i didn't get that in cambodia. perhaps, i've seen little of both countries, after all, we've only been to seam reap, phnom penh, and saigon, hoi an, hue, and to do such a sweeping comparison is unjust.

really, i think it takes this sense of tenacity and willingness to move away from history, and forge a new country. singapore's had a fair share of war. we've seen the japanese occupation, 1942 - 1945. do we exploit this episode in history? i dun think so. we've got museums, look at fort siloso, fort canning, you could see old battle stations, we learn bout the occupation, that's that. like vietnam would say, we forgive, but we do not forget. cambodia, no, they must never forget, forgive, yes, and move on.

as we travelled around indochina, we got to see the khmer culture, and the fusion of traditions and customs. it's interesting to see a temple to buddhism, but with hindu ramayana wall murals. this once strong civilisation, ravaged by twisted communism, and here, i speak so idealistically.

perhaps i have no right to say of another country, after all, my dear motherland has not been through such upheaval. as we scramble to put down the hock lee bus riots, planes fly overhead and drop bombs on farmers and their fields. as we put down the bukit ho swee fire, the viet cong crawl in their tunnels to outmanoeuvre the american enemies. and as our parents go for their first disco night, che guevara upon granma, together with the july 26th movement, fought for the liberation of their country. we ddin't have such historical episodes. our history's rather peaceful. pride? is that what it is? am i proud of my country? patriotic? emma goldman once wrote: Patriotism assumes that our globe is divided into little spots, each one surrounded by an iron gate. Those who have had the fortune of being born on some particular spot consider themselves nobler, better, grander, more intelligent than those living beings inhabiting any other spot. It is, therefore, the duty of everyone living on that chosen spot to fight, kill and die in the attempt to impose his superiority upon all the others.

countries eh?

The Epic Journey pt 5

2010-11-15T16:03:00.003+08:00

haha! inspires he says!
the travelling guy: this guy is one of the BESTEST persons on earth to travel with, or okay, the only so far, i've soloed with, then, ain't a solo no more eh? a duppio, yes, and a decent two man party it was. what's wrong with double locking! he'd exclaim, nothing, heh, nothing at all, always pays to be extra careful.

now, where did we stop, ah yes,

10th July Phnom Penh, Cambodia

the royal episode at the ROYAL PALACE. "the royal day in the royally royal palace where we say the royal cat" so the royal morning was royally spent in the royal palace. it's so royally awesome, ain't able to find words to comprehend the royalness. just look at the royal pix:

after the episode, we'd move on the the killing fields, it's this field, where killing happened, you'd see this mausoleum housing the bones o the dead. it's equally gruesome as the s21 compound, but, a lil bit more comfortable i'd think. so we were walking around the compound, and then we saw this bunch o kids, asking for our names, &c, speaking english, after the formalities, hullo how are you what is your name where are you from? they'd ask for money, yes, hmmm,

the mid afternoon was spent at the russian market, and here, i thought interesting, the tuktuk man tells of the country picking up english only 15 years ago, before that, the country'd speak, in addition to cambodian, russian. thought that intriguing, the country picking up russian, after the largest commie country post ww2.

went around looking at the capital, dropped by Wat Phnom, yes, the amazing race hill temple thing place. Wat Phnom named after lady penh or something, founding person of phnom penh.

after the visits and looks and sight seeings we went back to the sleazy number 9 guesthouse and asked for a transfer, hey, can we move next door? to number 9 sister (also without hot water). NOW THIS PLACE is sleaze free, yes, for 4 USD, or 6 was it? a night, i'd recommend number 9 sister over number 9, phnom penh as a whole though, ain't much to see i suppose. so the night was spent at number 9 sister, there's this lil area facing the lake (?), think the whole guesthouse is built over the bank of the lake. sat around, watched Walk the Line on tv, with another two cambodian strangers, sleaze happening simultaneously, i'd suppose on the other side. there's a hammock, of which we took turns to sit in, and we'd think back on Brunei. when the film finished, i moved into the room while the other sat around, they've got this awesome weird hippie straw chair, it's got the magic to make one reluctant to work, move, &c, o! the comfort level x 99.

wash up, sleep, next day we'd move to Vietnam.

Happy Birthday to Me

2010-11-15T15:49:00.001+08:00

twenty one and two days
happy birthday to me

The Epic Journey pt 4

2010-11-11T22:44:00.005+08:00

9th July, Seam Reap to Phnom Penh, Cambodia

soooo, we had breakfast at Mandalay Inn, and bade farewell to the staff. we bought this awesome, really, 16 USD was it, Mekong Express bus ticket. it's a bus ride to the capital. so excit- what. the. heck. that's the bus? uh yes, Mekong Express was crap. some awesome entertainment though, we had a guide who spoke, okay he tried, and it's for the tourism industry, english, and georgeof the jungle in cambodian dubs. and there was food, and bottled water. yes, 16 USD. for 11USD, heck 8USD even, you coulda gotten some other bus company, and i'd recommend that.

we rode through the countryside, kinda cute, little villages built along the roads. was a few hours bus ride and then, to Seam Reap.

Seam Reap, entered the city, got off bus, grabbed a tuktuk and headed for guesthouse. we saw the uh, hill, temple, thing, from amazing race was it, the travelling guy pointed out, he'd watch amazing race religiously. for a capital city, Seam Reap's, fairly decent. however, and hey, i might be biased, and dun quote me on this, when it was night, it felt like i coulda get mugged anytime. yes, no thanks to you wanna get high? and the lake, there was the lake. lake?

guesthouse's called Number 9 Guesthouse(no hot water) and GEEZ IT'S SLEAZY. GOSH. DAMN. as i recount this i get goos- *shudders* SLEAZY. S.L.E.A.Z.Y. but that's in the night. the day, we went to the genocide museum. i'ma not a great fan of stuff like these. the travelling guy insisted we go.

so we went to this, S21 compound place. it's a school converted into a interrogation camp. and gosh, was creepy man. and it's not death that scares me, or stuff, it's uh, so twisted. reminds me of my primary school, mountbatten primary, and yes, you know you're old when schools like these no longer exist. it's got this innocent look of a school, but the stuff done on those grounds, horrids. classrooms become torture cells. the pe area where blood's spilled. personally, i didn't feel like i had the right to walk on those grounds. i was a damn bloody tourist, and this hallowed place's become some museum. tourist attraction they call it. right.

though i must say, makes one think. it's pretty sad how communism's abused like this. we also walked through these classrooms where they put up portraits of them political prisoners. black and white pictures. malnourished, some without limbs, bruised, burnt, but they were all so handsome, so pretty. it'd look as their pictures were taken, they'd summon all their hatred and defiance, put them on like masks, go ahead, take my picture, i dare you to, they'd taunt.

i will never forget your faces.

we took the tuktuk and went to the night market, evening, really, sun was setting. it's pretty cute, like, paya lebar pasar malam, thing. had dinner, bought this cambodian yong tau fu thing, sat on the floor, yes, they all do, like picnic, and ate, till it turned dark. and then it was back to the accommodation. GOSH IT WAS SO SLEAZY AT NIGHT. there were ang mohs and girls and smoke and booze. personally, i'ma okay with sleaze, you wanna sleaze, go ahead. but i think there's a place to sleaze, and a place to sleep, it's like you dun shit where you eat. but i'd like to put distance between the sleaze and me when it comes to kooning time, i ain't comfortable sleeping around sleaze. not sleeping around sleaze, sleeping around -, gah, you'd get it.

the travelling guy double locked the doors. -___-

so the night was filled with sleaze as we barricaded ourselves in the room. and i found a condom wrapper on the floor.

Moment of the Day: the accommodation is too damn cui.

Side notes on the epic journey

2010-11-09T16:39:00.002+08:00

We have detailed code names for different groups of people.

Singaporeans: Natives
Malaysians: Neighbours
Koreans: Kimchi
Japanese: Sushi
Thai: Tom Yam
Ang moh: Ang moh

yes, we do see Natives.
CIP YO.
have you done yours?

The Epic Journey pt 3

2010-11-09T16:01:00.006+08:00

7th July, Seam Reap, Cambodia

Our journey takes us to the legendary ruins of Angkor Wat, personally, it's not much of a big deal. thought they all looked like, uh, ruins. i thought it pretty cute though, we saw steel pylons and supports and beams all over the place. restoration works they call it. wasn't around the last time i was here. it's all still the same, little children running around selling stuff. we saw this girl who followed us a great distance. 1 for 1 dollar, she chanted. then, 3 for 1 dollar. after a while, and in desperation, 10 for 1 dollar. it's painful, yet amusing. i forget what she sold, but the point is, and here let me apply whatever economics related knowledge i have accumulated over this lifetime, when supply is too high, and demand low, it's time to think of a new strategy.

and it's not just her, even in the markets we're barraged by homogenous goods! see one shop, you've seen em all!

the travelling guy reminded me as we purchased our admission tickets: this whole place ain't managed by the cambodians, it's by some foreign company. what? again? i shall not say anything about this.

i've got idea how this blogger thing works with picture placement, but you'd see somewhere, the tuk tuk driver.

it's pretty cute, this little place phnom penh. there's an airport road, that stretches from the airport to angkor wat, kinda duh, from the road name. the whole town? thrives on the ancient ruins. bars, inns, markets, &c &c. tourism huh. the receptionist at mandalay inn practices english with us. he's gearing up for the tourism industry. i must profess i'ma rather cynical bout this tourism industry thing.

the night was spent at the Red Piano. we had great seats overlooking the road, which closes for cars, at night. it's to make way for, yeah you guessed it, tourists.

8th July, Seam Reap, Cambodia

a lazy morning, banana pancakes and cycling, postcard writing, posting, more cycling. that about sums up the day.

the night was spent at 8th street bar.

while walking back to the inn:

man: tuk tuk? you want tuk tuk?

me: no thanks

man: you wanna get stoned? cocaine?

me: ???

another:

the travelling guy and me talk

when suddenly!

this man/woman/??? reaches out, giggles, attempts to cop a feel off the travelling guy

of which he yells: AHHHH!

in my time of need

2010-11-03T16:58:00.002+08:00

But be not thou far from me o Lord, o my strength
haste thee to help me
that nigh in my time of need
that thou would come to lift me from misery
tis the pit of darkness
that i have been tossed into
and an escape i cannot see
and tis the scheming and cunning of man
set loose upon me
and i, entangled in this web of deception

o Lord, my Faith and Shield
i implore thou to come to mine aid
be thou the flaming wand
of righteous fury
that do purge the wicked
and with keen edge cut through
the enveloping darkness
and let there be vengeance, yea,
holy and just

i beseech thou:
o, my God i trust in thee, let me not be ashamed
let not mine enemies triumph over me.

amen.

The Epic Journey pt 2: 6th July Seam Reap, Cambodia

2010-10-27T21:09:00.013+08:00

onboard the plane: there was this bunch of teens, in uniform colours! CIP think it, weren't asian though. weird, thought only s___reans do CIP.

touchdown at seven, got off plane to see cute viking log house, with those oriental roof things, of an airport. here i must confess, rocks to be s___rean, show redness of a passport, GO! didn't have to apply visa and other whatnots. impressive passport strength, pride there? hmmm, a tinge perhaps. was immediately given first quest: grab an immigration card, paper, thing. fool of a took was i, filled in both arrival and departure with same details. yes, i know, such mistakes correctional only with hara kiri. frantic run about, lost in translation at that, trying to find another immigration card. in the end i handed them that which was befouled by incompetence, and well, they took it, chopped, and go. astonishing. with that, the border crossing (later on) from cambodia to vietnam went fine too. hmm, curious. remember crossing borders in a bus. details on the departure card was a flight number.

took a tuk tuk to Mandalay Inn, and yes, good job ___, reservations

were under my name. here i must promote this guesthouse. very good location, away from the market, the backpacker's alley, commands a decent view of the area. it takes five minutes to the market, backpacker's alley, and bout, fifteen, perhaps, to Angkor area. Looks expensive but not. also packs a tourist office.

The first day went fine, usual tourist stuff, walked around, had some khmer chow, visited some temples. Went to this Peace Cafe, hippie like place that features a meditation hut, vegetarian food, fruit juice, fair trade shop, butterfly garden, &c &c. the night ended with a walk around the night market, dinner at some eating place beside the roads. for 1USD you coulda buy some decent food from these stalls.

uh, the other pictures of day one aren't too exciting.

most pictures are taken by the other guy.

i'm not much of a photo guy, sooooooo, guess i won't be seen much.

Moment of the Day: checking in.

The Epic Journey pt 1

2010-10-27T20:43:00.002+08:00

Two things, before we start:

1. i am writing to escape, yes, i have essays to do but no, this is not procrastination, evasion, fear of homework, &c &c

2. wow ___, not writing in stanzas? no, i am fully capable of writing stuff, like this.

here then, a tale of an EPIC JOURNEY two former __ Signallers took to, to see the world, or okay, a slice of earth. along the way i read Che Guevara's the Motorcycle Diaries and uh, though our trip's not as awesome as his, it felt epic, to me at least. still, this is not a story of Legendary proportions. it's a humble story of four countries, three border crossings, two guys, and a month of mindless travelling.

it started with a tweet. the other guy was like, who wants to go on an epic journey with me! well okay, it wasn't termed epic journey then, it was like, uh, called something else boring. so i replied here, pick me pick me, and then the planning starts. Two dinners planning, and for those who watched the Motorcycle Diaries movie ours was kinda noobish. we didn't have a giant ass map of SEA. we had printouts yes. lots of printouts. someone's been using, during office hours, ______ , _____ and ______ to ______ research. was he paid? oh yes. i must be honest. he did most of the planning. me? i'm not the uh, planning kind. one of the most influential books i've read in my life is A Perfect Mess (http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Mess-Benefits-Cluttered-Fly/dp/0316114758). thing i've learnt from the book: Navy Seals live by the motto: Plan Once, Plan Twice. i, though not technically a Navy Seal, too live by that motto. the other guy's also not a Navy Seal, but he's not a perfect mess either, so he plans. heck, he lives to plan. so he recites train time tables, the budget (yes he kept a record of daily expenditure), locations for border crossings, numbers, more times, dates, he printed out this uh, timetable thing, like from an Adam Khoo workshop, and too came up with this, super detailed itinerary. i was in charge of accommodation. bookings? oh no, just uh, printed this list of possible places we could stay. when we were on the ground we'd go find the guesthouses. more on this later. i must emphasise: Plan Once, Plan Twice.

for any epic journey planning, try http://www.travelfish.org/ there's tons of stuff here. what to eat, what to do, where to stay, &c &c.

To: Zhi Wei

2010-10-01T01:49:00.002+08:00

adieu i bade him
and fare thee well
but he gave a look of perturb
and smiled not
what ails you?
and he said
uncertainty
for i will be gone for three more years
and circumstance might be usurped
by chaos
but have faith
that all would be well
and he shrugged
tis unfair that i must return
yes, tis terribly unfair
but can you not go?
a shake of the head

oh, worrisome heart
who hides under familiarity
how comforted are you by these faces
and how fear you those?
how you long for the flirtation of the unknown
to adventure!
but cringe to take the brunt of indeterminables

brother, i sympathise
and he off into the world
helpless, clueless,
i could only pray him luck
yes, favour, chance,
but such forces take one
to the edge of far,
the rest left to predestination?

The Sound of Music

2010-09-26T21:13:00.004+08:00

and now, ___ attempts a Shakespearen sonnet, with Lovecraftian themes, a pinch of Victorian, in an Aubrey fashion

2010-05-25T12:28:00.001+08:00

she calles me iinsayne n madd, dysfunctk evern,

that i coulld wearve warlds for her, she scoffeed

aer you one of spyder's silk? for y'legs are sven?

n ii wud heare of her dismal, but tink it loft,

she tinks herselpth a devil, or daemon,

but ii saw of her an angeelyc replyca

her vox she thott nix n crymson

n ii wud pix an halo's glowen auora

myne laedy was of nobylitie, though she thief!

the fleshen heart wyas biwitched, stollen

byher, tho shed' dieny, n leayve me wyth

ask yeself how thine flert w an ashen?

she broke myne cryztall heart and i met my maiker

but we volwed we'd meet fve hun-dred paegus laiter

Personas

2010-03-20T03:13:00.004+08:00

the feline

the shaman / shamanka

the wizard

the human

the sorcerer / sorceress

the magical

the thief / rogue

the knight / kinghtress

the critical

the arrogant

the sufferer

the rebel

the idealist

the revolutionary

the feminine

the bard

the Janeite

the masculine

the Anarchist

the sanguine
the Baptism of Fire

the believer

the thinker

the Picture of Dorian Gray

the sinister

the occult

the darkness

the Destruction, Death, Decay and Doom

the insane

the lover

the poet

the lost

the broken

the madness

the romantic

the irony.

If words were like bricks, i'd build you a universe

2010-02-23T11:56:00.004+08:00

the poet: but if to engyneer is e diecree, i'd despaire for my inability.

for e steaym engyne or the belletower's pylons i'd fayl to sturdy

& if should a blooe print be writ and exaecuted,

he should be at lorest and most vexed,

i cannot build you contraepsions, mehkanisasions, &c

lo, behould, if you woud, myne faire floret,

that withe parchemente & pen & ink & a dose of sprynkled magick

i'd engyneer & drayft & contriive & car-pen-ter worlds for you,

& flowey poetry,

& you a heroine i'd wryte

& of e seasons,

& you e colours of gold surmmer,

and amber Fall,

& of encharnting enraptre,

& dilight

all these i'd giv,

i'd in ink & set,

only if you'd chuse a poet,

o'er an engyneer's elect

Cheat Sheet for my friends

2010-02-16T23:11:00.004+08:00

Invictus

2010-01-25T22:17:00.001+08:00

by William Ernest Henley

if i should write something like this someday, it'd be by divine intervention.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Cats Are Superior

2010-01-04T16:55:00.004+08:00

Felidae Nirvanum

2009-09-23T17:29:00.003+08:00

To: the world

2009-09-03T22:43:00.000+08:00

All you FUCKERS, you allowed cynicism to breed.
Thank you.

The Faulty Alarm Clock

2009-08-24T13:29:00.004+08:00

i'm so sorry my child
i cannot give you corn
they took my money
and made bullets of silver

to slay beasts they said
but i couldn't see any
all that i think i saw
are those inside them

what with technology
and special vision goggles
it's curious they cannot see
the real enemy

don't hate me sweet child
if i cannot give you wheat
they took our fields
to build silos for their bombs

but they cannot be eaten
that's what you said
and i think i agree
though i do not see how

i guess they use them to cook
a dash of gunpowder and poison
the earth a giant frying pan
and all on it, the meat and vegetables

if i could my lil angel
i'd give you flowers
but they took all the colours
and bleached them grey

and camo patterns they did weave
for guile and disguise
so we do not see them
even after we die

what's wrong you ask?
i cannot answer my love
for they did not teach me how
or what, or why

but i love you my child,
know that and remember
one day it'd all be right again
you'd get food and plushies
and water and lots of love
but not now,
not when they're still asleep.

Pink is a Magic Colour

2009-08-16T23:46:00.004+08:00

pink oh pink
is a magic colour
oh yes it is
it's a magic colour

in the beginning of time
in the days of mysticality
there was the colour pink
and it's a magic colour

doves of white with tinges of pink
flying in the skies with olives in their beaks
spreading the message of peace and pink
flower power pink
cuz it's a magic colour

man met woman
with cheeks so pink
talkin love over a drink
yes pink
colour of the drink
and it's a magic colour

there's a card that holds all the freedom
of being and individuality
and it's pink
and i could sing

of it's magic capabilities
of ice cream with toppings
of strawberry so pink
that if i would to look all day
i wouldn't go tired but say

all the guys love the colour
it's all they think
and feel and want
cuz it's pink
and it's a magic colour

man met woman
with clips so pink
had some ice cream
yes pink
colour of the lips
and it's a magic colour

green blue red
violet indigo purple
yellow cyan magenta
pinky

grey black white
brown tan lime amber
gold silver cream
pinky

man met woman
with love so pink
couple o lilies
yes pink
colour of their heart strings
and it's a magic colour

oh yes it's a magic number

Feeling This

2009-06-29T02:53:00.002+08:00

y'know how it feels
when you've been waiting so long for ---
and then suddenly ___'s in front of you
staring at you
point blank they call it

oh yes, you can smell it
like hell, you can even touch it
but as you try to hold on to ---
guess what happens?
no prize for winners
poof, yeah thanks, well done, great job
a hundred points for that

it's like that now
really, ain't kidding
that feeling
---

i miss you, i really do.
that pink pulse
punk plastic
picture perfect plus
power packed
card of a ___.

the Master of Time

2009-06-07T17:59:00.004+08:00

he stood there,
with hands folded behind him.
a smirk on his face
a flash of brilliant devilry
with eyes sharper than eagles
and tongue forked with poison
he slithers and sucks
and slyly slithers.

where be your horcrux! Lich?,
your glass that keepst the hour trickling?
and that power that slows the seconds?

but what there?
an infernal contract,
signed with not ink nor blood,
but with push-ups yes.
five a minute.
w'lets see shall we?
how many more the ending till.

1,353,600 push ups.

and with that he turned to dust.

The Most Awesome Poem in the Universe

2009-05-23T12:05:00.002+08:00

This entry has been removed by Blogger to prevent awesomeness overdose fatalities.

for all my friends out there

2009-05-22T19:14:00.004+08:00

the Major

2009-04-26T00:34:00.002+08:00

oh damn.
bitterness,
that was badly done.

*knock knock*
hullo, you there?
i need to talk to you

stay with me a tad bit longer
dun leave me,
not now,
okay?

Style

2009-04-19T23:12:00.002+08:00

Cartographer's Guide to Hell

2009-04-05T22:24:00.003+08:00

extracts

... if one should look at the stars and plot using...
Ursa's belt as a guide, locate the 4th star...
without which ... by measuring the waves and ...
take 3 and double it hence... element 5 of the charts give a straight course...

Make sure the sails... of salt composition... Asphalt and...
Note that the oars and perpendicular... through jungles...
Density with respect to the blade... carved with bark... notice...
with clear observation of... Angles between... look through...
... which with reference to Index...

... in his travels that is recorded here, ... a short extract from...
a journal entry:
the road i must take is long, and the journey tough,
but to the tower i must go
it is through the darkness that i see the light
dragons are to be slayed but cannot be till faced
there on top the tower a maiden
with a green gown trailing
a lute in hand
and within burning anger
shiny metallic purple armor
he smiles, towering in

The Metal Closet III

2009-04-05T22:19:00.003+08:00

such irony, and in bad taste,
for there is no sun but clouds,
of infinite and incredible darkness,
ominous sponges of sorrowful tears
that doth blot out the sun.
i see no sun, no light, nor day.
i see instead agony,
personified and living,
breathing the same air as i do-
transpire we together,
but he who expires is i.
there he greets me.
then lo, as i sign in,
name, date and time,
i walk with him, hand in hand, into hell.
and lo, behold and plot, hell has a new address:
*censored*

The Reaper And The Flowers

2009-03-14T12:20:00.002+08:00

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
*sweet golly, this guy's good*

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

"Shall I have naught that is fair?" Saith he;
"Having naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again,"

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eye,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.

"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,"
The Reaper said, and smiled:
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child."

"They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear."

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love:
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.

Why I Often Fail

2009-02-28T22:21:00.002+08:00

Pg 147
"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Pg 1
"Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else,someone I loved."

Now you know.

The Metal Closet II

2009-02-08T18:17:00.002+08:00

scribbled within
with blood for ink
lines of infinite sorrow
glyphs and runes
of unholy enchantments

sanity trickles away
coupled with the sands of time

as life gradually ebbs
malice and evil take over
those few words resound
and echo in the metallic enclosure

i would
but my will cannot

i hear the summons
and i try to resist

return to whence you once came

Untitled

2009-01-11T01:34:00.002+08:00

mala tempora currunt
opera omnia malum

ora pro nobis

A Toast To Feminism ( now )

2009-01-04T00:23:00.005+08:00

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
Brother I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,

She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin' got you,

She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]

She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

[Will.i.am]
So real [x17]

Black Eyed Peas - My Humps

*****

Tha sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches tha surface of sand
On northern land
As human contraband
Some rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to tha boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here comes tha exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
She's off fast to tha pasture
Like cattle she'll cross
Degree 106
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon tha memories of home
Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on tha loans
Of smoldering fields rape rubble and bones
Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war
Of nothing no one nobody no more
These are her mountains and skies and
She radiates
Through history's rivers of blood
She regenerates
And like tha sun disappears only to reappear
She's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

To tear away at tha mask

And now she got a quota
Tha needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across tha new line
of Mason Dixon
Rippin' through denim
Tha point an inch from her vein
Tha foreman approach
His steps now pound in her brain
His presence it terrifies
And eclipses her days
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
Her soul chained to his will
"My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill"
Her arms jerks
Tha sisters gather round her and scream
As if in a dream
Eyes on tha crimson stream
Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor
I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more

These are her mountains and skies and
she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood
she regenerates
And like tha sun disappears only to reappear
Maria she's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

To tear away at tha mask
To tear away at tha mask
To tear away at tha mask

No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
It eclipses her day
Just a moment to pray

ugh!

To tear away at tha mask
Away at tha mask
To tear away at tha mask
To tear away at tha mask

Rage Against the Machine - Maria

The Day After Christmas

2008-12-26T20:14:00.004+08:00

oh shucks.
i'm going in again.

SOMEBODYSAVEMEIDUNWANNAGOBACKIN
THEY'DKILLMEANDTORTUEMEANDKILLMEAGAIN
SOMEBODYSAVEMEIDUNWANNAGOBACKIN
IDUNWANNAGOBACKTHEREIT'SHELLINTHERE
THEY'DDISEMBOWELMEANDGORGEOUTMYEYEBALLSANDINNARDS
SOMEBODYSAVEMEIDUNWANNAGOBACKIN
THEY'DMAKEMEOFFALANDFOODFORTHEMICE
SOMEBODYSAVEMEIDUNWANNAGOBACKIN
THEHORROROHTHEHORROROHTHEHORROR
SOMEBODYSAVEMEIDUNWANNAGOBACKIN
NOBODYCOMESOUTOFTHEREALIVE
SOMEBODYSAVEMEIDUNWANNAGOBACKIN
IFYOU'REREADINGTHIS,I'MPROBLYINALREADY
SOMEBODYSAVEMEIDUNWANNAGOBACKIN

HALP

For My other Valentine

2008-12-22T18:26:00.002+08:00

she died
a fact
a statement
and as she gasps her last breath
i cradle her to my ears

i cannot hear ye

still she whispers in vain
for there be but wind from her lips
and voice seethed by her teeth
lo mine darling, i cannot hear ye

speak to me
say anything
please

now

For My Valentine

2008-12-15T18:21:00.004+08:00

unto thine tender cups wooden,
mine ears are surrendered.

The Metal Closet

2008-12-08T19:09:00.001+08:00

return to whence you once came

Hope Says Meow

2008-12-08T15:41:00.003+08:00

the world burns
and i'd be sitting on a bench
on a mountain top
i'd watch it all burn away

there'd be the smell of burning plastic
poisonous perfume
a rain of ashes
soot and fire
and i'd be there,
sitting,
looking,
thinking
i'd watch it all burn away

there'd be no more trees
nor birds
no more beasts
nor fishes
they'd all turn to coal and fuel
for whom?

there'd be cash,
towers of notes
food for flames
a smokestack
what can you buy with cash anyway?
i'd watch it all burn away

i'd pour myself a cup of wine,
Styrofoam?
sure, the world's doomed anyways
the sky a pretty canvas of smog and blood
i'd have my headphones on
the music's comforting
it blocks out the screams,
chaos and cackles
i'd take a lil sip
and shift my weight a lil bit

soon it'd be night
say goodbye to the sun
we won't be needing her light
bubbyes
we've got fire works everywhere now
ain't it pretty, how it all burns?

i've yet to see the night sky sparkle
for a very long time
light pollution's yesterday
the power plants are all shut down
what else do we have for fuel?

fats?
are burnt for energy,
not for power plants

slowly,
my lungs would be filled with smoke
or poison, or both
or i'd get some of those cancer stuff
nobody knows what the ozone layer is anymore
how can you know something that's no longer there?
nobody smokes nowadays,
they'd like to live longer i guess
and drugs and all that,
done with
but how ironic,
such lousy timing
memento mori

i'd pet her,
as i watch it all burn away
the two of us,
how romantic

Hope says meow.

Humour

2008-12-06T01:05:00.003+08:00

Inching towards
Freedom
Roll over
Exeunt

Lines
Chapters
Books
Tomes
Honoured

Formal shirts
Leather shoes
A tie

Wordsmithing:
He: ?
She: !
(they embrace)

Searching for that someone
It's time
Bands
Settle down
Kids

*shudders*

ha-ha

what, you thought i was serious?

Humpty Dumpty

2008-11-23T18:15:00.002+08:00

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Humpty's broken innards and shards.
Humpty's buried in the graveyards.
The darkness enshrouds his ivory grave
Witchcraft and sorcery, Humpty be save.

That Humpty awakes from his earthly tomb.
That Humpty rouses evil bugbear doom.
A zombie horror, the walking nightmare
The children who sleep their mothers beware.

For the yoke hungers for fresh flesh and blood.
For the yoke hungers for maggots and mud.
Those who aren't careful in the dead of night
Caliginosity might reveal the blight.

The Organisation

2008-11-14T18:02:00.001+08:00

Come on, humour me

Can't Think Of A Good Title

2008-11-09T00:49:00.002+08:00

a writer's block
is like a lock
a pathetic excuse
to explain pathetic rhymes
during desperate times
it's like the words mime
and often they say
these words aren't mine

a writer's block:
the grass was green and pretty
but the stores ran out of eggs
the washing machine leaks
and the newspapers were sold out too

a writer's block
spoils the flow
a stanza feels like a paragraph
and a word a sentence
a sentence a chapter
and yeah, even this line feels pretty out of the place, its too long don't you agree?

a writer's block
the poem ain't make sense?
blame not the writer
but the block
on the blog

May

2008-09-30T18:47:00.003+08:00

stood
with cables in her hands
entangled heart strings
inquisitive eyes fixed upon
the mechanical contraptions before her
if given a manual
she'd fix anything
with that dainty look of hers

the hum of machinery
like her thinking
she glows a faint orange
as the lights playfully danced on her
radiance
poised and aplomb

how does this work again?
she asks nobody in particular
savoir faire
a connection
plug to player
a simper
a captivated heart
t'was melted i did
she of live feed

On Magic

2008-09-09T10:17:00.000+08:00

a cuppa java
marks on the parchment
brown outline of the moon
the familiar sniffs and meows
the familiar feeling of sorcery

sipped and set down
the mug
potion emptied

mana flooded,
caffeine courses the veins
reaching into his mind
a spell readied
a slight dip in the inkwell
refreshes the enchantments on the wand

there be no need for verbal
or somatic components
or runes, or sigils
he simply writes
Dear Estelle,
I love you

and then there was magic in the air

My First Chinese Poem

2008-08-24T17:55:00.003+08:00

她的脸，
像美丽的花朵
粉红色，小小一朵
我看了，
当场爱上了她
落花流水。

她就像下天
天啊！清纯，
我看了，
词地无盈一百辆
当场爱上了她。

我想，我是华文壮元
她是不会明白
我对她的爱。

爱呀爱唷
我不想不可阴

Untitled

2008-08-23T23:14:00.002+08:00

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
nullus somnium abeo

Listen

2008-07-13T19:12:00.002+08:00

to the wail and cry
tis time, back to the abyss
such pain in the soul

Vultures

2008-07-12T14:48:00.002+08:00

sun baked skies
filled with feathers
and piercing cries
the beat of a thousand
hollow bones fill the vast beryl

they

circle the blue planes
the ocean above
graceful
they draw the invisible eclipse
their flight

they

taste the winds
that carry them
tireless
and hungry
fresh dead meat

and as the
land dweller
draw his last breath

they

descend, an army
madness in the eyes
foam in the beak
hunger within the tummy
mind clouded
with meat and blood
with precise pecks
food and drink
lunch

they

take the skies again
carrying the dead with them
their souls
touch the heavens
they fly with

them birds...

Losing the Teen

2008-07-07T12:38:00.002+08:00

as he awoke
a fresh day greets him
the birds sang and spoke
youth day meets him

the stripe on the pelt
ups the count to nineteen
how old he felt
depressing it seems

split second
frost be the spike
that punctures the soul
warmth lost to cold

tsunamis of memories
flood the mind
days of the past
lost youth of mine

happy youth day
to me
the last
before the teen is lost

happy youth day
to those
of eighty nine
before the teen is gone

happy youth day
to us
the old
before we turn twenty

lo, twenty
where be the teen?
youth stolen
by time the thief

and it is he!
who poisons our wine
he laces our drinks
old, old, old, old

crows feet and wrinkles
a tummy is seen
white hair and lost hair
Beijing 101 our new haunt

lo, the woe
again i wish,
happy youth day
to those who,
like me,
the old,
struck by dismay

Duet

2008-06-22T19:39:00.002+08:00

i remember a song
like in a dream
when December was long
and winter unreal

i'd remember the phrases
crystal clear
entwined and lost in mazes
lo, wait, the memories near

cry, towards the sanguine moon
a frost covered forest
hear as the owl hoot and croon
the nymphs guide me

to you, lunar beams
lost, in embrace, in foilage
playful arctic winds
the faeries guide me

lo, unto you

and i unto you

how could there be another
with someone like you?

Corpse Dance

2008-06-21T09:10:00.000+08:00

Metilda: she wades by the river,
dyed by the ichor whence the slit
fell be the razor, rust had it's feast
the stillness of a body at last finds peace
grave be the sanctuary,
tombstone the mark
let her wander the woods
and chance upon the park

Velantir: find me love,
whence rot and flesh be one
blood be caked and veins be worms
find me sweet,
by mine tomb and mark
thou tread the woods
and into the park
find that a raven
black as the night
find that a path
thine guide be moonlight
follow the stream,
like in thou a dream
fogged with mists and memories
of a death, the trail it leaves

Metilda: she follow the whispers
of the nymphs of dark
they guide her towards thou
with hints on the bark
the trail is rocky
the darkness envelopes
on tis trail bloodied
by her little feet
but lo, the frost not bothers
nor the pain in the legs
that which really matters
is the heart that is ached

***

and the night was cold
and frost be the wind
a chilly gale
an arctic breeze
messes her pale hair
and shivers her so
but onwards she pressed
for love, for love lo!

***

Velantir: closer o,
thou walk in the path of the stones
the journey be painful
but closer to mine throne
find mine buried body and
return me to life
by mine tomb there buried
a sacrificial knife

Metilda: unholy rituals the key be,
with spell books in hand
at last, she find thee
by thine tomb she stands

Velantir: haste and quick,
but a little i need
across thy throat,
but a slit i need
thine death brings us life
unto death we bid

Metilda: stained be thy tombstone
in blood and gore
she feels the darkness,
into the frost forever more
as the blade caresses her throat
and drips to the ground
the blood doth flow
a river, lo, seeketh the mound
with a last breath and gasp,
abandon! seeketh she, death

***

and thus she fell
and left
in a sanguine pool that was her own
lifeless corpse under the clouded moon
that played witness
to dark arts and deeds

***

Velantir: a howl in the distant
a cry in the woods
under the bad moon,
necromancy and dark moods
from mine tomb i arise again
soil i breathe no longer
decayed lungs crave air
tainted the flesh
and rotted the soul
but no longer i a buried body
alas, we conquer death

Metilda: choking in blood
and too weak to stand
she longs to see thou
and thine grandeur again
but lo, the darkness
this time hungrily engulfs
she feels cold and frosted
within the bosom, a dying pulse
warmth long lost
glacial spikes in the veins
she weeps a frozen tear
November nears

Velantir: nay, we denied death
so shall we once more
rise metilda,
be with me thou
thine blood gave me life,
sorceries restore thine's
animated flesh;
corpses we may be
but alas, hold my hand once again
after long centuries

Metilda: she rises to feel
not blood in her veins
but sorcery and magic
they ease all the pains
alive is she?
or she a living dead
it matters not
for with him she can be
a waltz? he proposes
steps of unholy glee
the moon lights the land
and the graveyard the dance floor

Velantir: sweet Metilda,
sanguine as the night
hold on the hand
and remember the legends of lore

***

and they danced under the sanguine skies
till the world is light again
the first rays of the sun
baked their flesh
as they
burnt under the beams
on they danced
a corpse dance did they
in step and in harmony
in each others' arms
and in unholy fervor
till what was left
were their charred remains

Refrigerator Haiku

2008-06-20T21:33:00.004+08:00

The Lady

2008-06-16T15:32:00.003+08:00

as candles burn
a dim light in the night
chandeliers cast shadows
imagination takes form
the Lady smiles
moonbeams, words
the Lady guides thine paws

She holds the quill
thou writes
She whispers
thou pens
She touches
Her final ones
poems be complete.

and as the flames extinguish
the feline retires for the night
curled up in bed
stanzas in the head
a soft purr,
a sleeping mat
as the Lady visits
dreamlands
where epics meet cat