You think you know someone,
When that someone turns his back on you.
You think you know someone,
When that someone dashes into your space and tarnishes your image.
You think you know someone,
When that someone bursts out in grief and blames you for it.
You think you know someone,
When that someone feels embarrassed to be with you around his "buddies".
You think you know someone,
When that someone shuts you up and tells you what to say and when to say it.
You think you know someone,
When that someone adopts your words and use it for the wrong reasons.
You think you know someone,
When that someone makes up stories and gets you into trouble for the sake of attention.
You think you know someone,
When that someone chooses to be oblivious to your good intentions.
You think you know someone,
When that someone just wants to get into your pants.
You think you know someone,
When that someone looks directly into your eyes,
And with all empathy and sarcasm,
Lies to your fucking face.
THINK AGAIN.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sunday, December 26, 2010
XMAS?
The food was great. In fact, brilliant. Clothes were splendid. Fitted well, looked good. Decorations up with the usual colours : red & green mostly. Tree was lit, place brightened up, clutter of the wine glasses and kitchen utensils together with the unwrapping of gifts were on going. Despite the norm of the practice of the celebration, the joy and excitement of embracing it, was absent this year. To be precise, numbness was present instead. Physically, body was there to invite family and relatives in, to satisfying their well-grown hunger. But, the mind and soul was travelling elsewhere, to a world unknown.
I find honesty and purity of love from some, the countable some. While sarcasm and revenge from a larger portion of the crowd. One or two just butter you up to get into your pants. I wanted to run....away, far away from this charade of "happiness" and act of generosity to the hands of people who love me and respect me for who I am. I wanted to run back to the time Penguin and I were at Old Town burning our lungs to death, or to the time when Ms. Typewriter and I were trying to get high on expired plants. Or to the time where I was dancing happily with people whom I called family, these people who accepted me for the way I am, perfect or imperfect in the eyes of society.
If only I could collect these real joyful moments and bottle them up in an air tight jar, I could just open it anytime and let my mind and soul run back to these moments and drown in them, instead of running to a world unknown.
I find honesty and purity of love from some, the countable some. While sarcasm and revenge from a larger portion of the crowd. One or two just butter you up to get into your pants. I wanted to run....away, far away from this charade of "happiness" and act of generosity to the hands of people who love me and respect me for who I am. I wanted to run back to the time Penguin and I were at Old Town burning our lungs to death, or to the time when Ms. Typewriter and I were trying to get high on expired plants. Or to the time where I was dancing happily with people whom I called family, these people who accepted me for the way I am, perfect or imperfect in the eyes of society.
If only I could collect these real joyful moments and bottle them up in an air tight jar, I could just open it anytime and let my mind and soul run back to these moments and drown in them, instead of running to a world unknown.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
ART
A word with only three letters in it, so significant yet undoubtedly meaningful. When someone is asked, what is art, the foremost that crosses his mind is a veteran artist with a paint brush in his hand, scribbling away a painting on an art block. This piece of drawing that is supposed to amaze the world, or better, exist as the seventh wonder of the world.
Art is actually a skill of the human mind in thinking creatively and applying it in whatever that is done. Beauty is art, fashion is art. Every fashion designer is unique in his ways, especially when it comes to being the cream of creams of the fashion industry. For an example, each would try their very best to think out of the box to come up with a creative style to beautify each model to look their very best on the runway. The skill used by the artist to create the special garment creatively, is art.
A nude model posing on the front page of the Cover Girl magazine is art. Simple and natural beauty protruded so merely, showing the world the pride she has with God's work. That is art.
Murder is art. Each killing is pre-planned in detail. Each step has its "Plan B". Precautions are not taken in a trivial way. The prey slashes his victim in specified areas, in order his message is understood crystal clear. Whether the reason was for revenge or just plainly for fun. The victim is the art block, the murderer is the artist, blood smeared all over represents paint, and the murder weapon is the paint brush.
Photography is art. Expression on faces is art. The look of fear, joy, anger and even depression inclines the work of art. Children are art. So innocent, so pure, so gullible, so fragile, yet witty at the same time. Their smile lights the darkest night, their eyes light a pathway in caverns and their laugh....oh their laugh, makes Lucifer, the God of Satan, cry. Now, that is art
"As long as men can breathe, and eyes can see,
As long lives this, and this,
Gives life to thee".
As quoted by Shakespeare in Sonnet 18 when he was comparing the beauty of his beloved to the negative attributes of sumer. The words implied seem so sophisticated, yet rhymes so beautifully when read out loud. The line, "As long as men can breathe and eyes can see" is a longer version of "as long anyone reads this poem", while "as long lives this, and this, gives life to thee" means that the more will people be known about his beloved. It is complete, just like having a plate of brownie topped with Ha'agen Dazz ice cream after enjoying a scrumptious meal at Carcosa Seri Negara. Everything about Shakespeare is literature. Shakespeare is art, literature is art.
Martial is art. The technique used to perform each swing of kick and strike of punch has its own unique way. Contraction of muscles to accelerate power. impulses sent from the brain to quicken each step and twisting of hips are some of the vigorous ways that are learnt and understood thoroughly. That is art.
The bottom line is that, art is just art by itself. There are no masks, no pretentious, just natural. Art can almost be anything. From the most perfect and sceptical matter, to the treachery and sordid lifestyle of the slums. It all depends on the perspective of a person on art.
Art is actually a skill of the human mind in thinking creatively and applying it in whatever that is done. Beauty is art, fashion is art. Every fashion designer is unique in his ways, especially when it comes to being the cream of creams of the fashion industry. For an example, each would try their very best to think out of the box to come up with a creative style to beautify each model to look their very best on the runway. The skill used by the artist to create the special garment creatively, is art.
A nude model posing on the front page of the Cover Girl magazine is art. Simple and natural beauty protruded so merely, showing the world the pride she has with God's work. That is art.
Murder is art. Each killing is pre-planned in detail. Each step has its "Plan B". Precautions are not taken in a trivial way. The prey slashes his victim in specified areas, in order his message is understood crystal clear. Whether the reason was for revenge or just plainly for fun. The victim is the art block, the murderer is the artist, blood smeared all over represents paint, and the murder weapon is the paint brush.
Photography is art. Expression on faces is art. The look of fear, joy, anger and even depression inclines the work of art. Children are art. So innocent, so pure, so gullible, so fragile, yet witty at the same time. Their smile lights the darkest night, their eyes light a pathway in caverns and their laugh....oh their laugh, makes Lucifer, the God of Satan, cry. Now, that is art
"As long as men can breathe, and eyes can see,
As long lives this, and this,
Gives life to thee".
As quoted by Shakespeare in Sonnet 18 when he was comparing the beauty of his beloved to the negative attributes of sumer. The words implied seem so sophisticated, yet rhymes so beautifully when read out loud. The line, "As long as men can breathe and eyes can see" is a longer version of "as long anyone reads this poem", while "as long lives this, and this, gives life to thee" means that the more will people be known about his beloved. It is complete, just like having a plate of brownie topped with Ha'agen Dazz ice cream after enjoying a scrumptious meal at Carcosa Seri Negara. Everything about Shakespeare is literature. Shakespeare is art, literature is art.
Martial is art. The technique used to perform each swing of kick and strike of punch has its own unique way. Contraction of muscles to accelerate power. impulses sent from the brain to quicken each step and twisting of hips are some of the vigorous ways that are learnt and understood thoroughly. That is art.
The bottom line is that, art is just art by itself. There are no masks, no pretentious, just natural. Art can almost be anything. From the most perfect and sceptical matter, to the treachery and sordid lifestyle of the slums. It all depends on the perspective of a person on art.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Louie
Oh, how wonderful today is,
The sun is shining bright,
The breeze is warm and welcoming,
I can still feel how you jumped onto me last night,
Licking me,
And wishing me good night,
And now,
I find you lying so at ease,
In body, mind and soul.
As I jump out of bed,
You tag along,
Leaving the messed up room the way it is.
As I prepare breakfast,
You start tickling my legs with yours,
Giving me the feeling of comfort being with you,
Everything was just fine.
It has been a week since we talked,
You never come over,
No more sleep-overs,
Like we used to have.
Was it something I did?
Or was it something I said?
Now, you are gone,
Leaving me cold and alone,
With no one to hold me,
Cuddle me,
Tickle me,
Like you used to.
I miss you, my friend,
My lover, my boo,
I will never forget you, Louie,
Oh, my dearest cat.
The sun is shining bright,
The breeze is warm and welcoming,
I can still feel how you jumped onto me last night,
Licking me,
And wishing me good night,
And now,
I find you lying so at ease,
In body, mind and soul.
As I jump out of bed,
You tag along,
Leaving the messed up room the way it is.
As I prepare breakfast,
You start tickling my legs with yours,
Giving me the feeling of comfort being with you,
Everything was just fine.
It has been a week since we talked,
You never come over,
No more sleep-overs,
Like we used to have.
Was it something I did?
Or was it something I said?
Now, you are gone,
Leaving me cold and alone,
With no one to hold me,
Cuddle me,
Tickle me,
Like you used to.
I miss you, my friend,
My lover, my boo,
I will never forget you, Louie,
Oh, my dearest cat.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Life On A Rat's Pace
"We are leaning on your side counsel. Do you now want to take the risk of making that point or do you want to continue with your following submission?"
"I would like to take the risk of making my point here, My Lord"
And the 40 year old burly looking man was baffled at my response. At that very point, it was quite obvious that I was digging my own grave, but since it was my last show (or that is what I am thinking), go-to-hell-with-safe-choices. Lady Daphne Khoo was like, "She has decided to take the risk." Lord Anand Raj broodily gave me 30 seconds to make my submission and having done that, I followed up with my other submissions. By the time the 20 minutes was over, I was practically sweating under that black Nichii pants and white shirt topped with a black blazer and accompanied by a pair of Carlo Rino black cot shoes.
I got back to my seat and felt my blood rushing at a speed of 200kmph and my heart beating faster than it usually did. That was my worst performance ever and I had made a fool out of myself. As my opponent's turn was over, it was then my partners'. He, who always seemed fond of doing the rebuttals (done at the conclusion of moots when both sides have presented their submissions), handed me the job to do it as he couldn't absorb any more of the judges' comments. But eventually, he ended up rebutting as there was a 3 minute break before the rebuttals were on.
After presenting our cases and rebuttals, the judges will proceed to another room and come up with the judgment, in lieu of our arguments. In the meantime, we had a fag break. (duh after that much of pressure put into, a person needs a BREAK!!)
"Hey guys, they are in."
We quickly threw our fags down to the 3rd floor staircase, wore our blazers as we rushed into the deliberation room. The judges had seem to have found their seats.
"Nice of ya'll to join us, counsels." Anand Raj critiqued.
"Apologies, My Lord" we contended.
It was followed by an overall evaluation of both respondents and appellants and the judgment favoured us, purely on the basis of sufficient interest. The royal prerogative argument was stronger by the appellants' but as they lacked this one case : The Fire Brigade's Union, we robbed the win. While on the competition, they were pleased to announce that we too won the moots and to my surprise, they awarded me the best mooter. This was continued with individual evaluation where the judges pointed out my weaknesses when I asked the judge "What do you think?" and used the word "sought" instead of "seek" for judicial review. That officially ended moots, and then came the hand shakes and flashing of cameras.
Just when Penguin and I were wondering where to eat, it was made known that there was food available (yay, free lunch!!) and all mooters were supposed to dine with the judges. I was pretty reluctant as DUH dining with the JUDGES?? I mean they are practicing lawyers at these huge, and I mean HUGE, law firms. KP comforted me that they will not be talking about any law crap and told me to take a chill pill. Since he was going to have lunch together, I felt a little secure.
As the judges were pre-occupied with something else, we were too hungry to wait, so we dug into the 2 pieces of fried chicken topped with chilli paste, accompanied with a small bowl of briyani rice. Mr Anand and Ms Daphne joined us some 15 minutes later, together with the lecturers, Mr Daniel and Ms Irene. The subject eventually evolved around the ex-director of UOL, Mr Wayne Morrison, who once leaked the criminology paper during Ant's year. Mr Anand didn't seem all too surprised about his irresponsible act.
Oh well, lets pack this granpa-granma stories in a box and get to the icing of the cake. The day ended with Penguin driving us to this wonderful place, The Rose, at Ampang Road. There was this beautiful statute of a naked-woman-fountain and huge couches to unwind and relax. We ordered a mix of peach and mint which gave a wonderful smell and that came with a complimentary Arabian tea. Since she hadn't taken her lunch, we ordered a plate of mashed aubergines with plain bread. If you are in search of a place to take a break with affordable food and hookah, Rose is the place. It just unwinds your thoughts and creates this serene addictive atmosphere. Satisfied with our supply of tobacco for the day, we headed home.
The night wrapped herself up after a wholesome dinner at Ash's place and a late night teh tarik at Palani's (alas, I got the name right!) It was quite difficult to swallow the sudden change of situation. Once when I was to the brink of dying out of sheer embarassment that I would pee in my pants, to the serene and comfy surrounding later that day, it comes to show how fast time passes by and that life goes on as usual. You may have murdered the President of the United States or awarded the Pulitzer Price, this will definitely bring the flashing of cameras and the muttering of words, but just for that moment. Then, people move on. Life just goes as usual. Its just you, that need to realise that very fact, and move on too.
"Ambition never is in a great hurry, it merely keeps pace with circumstances and with my general way of thinking" - Napolean Bonaparte
"I would like to take the risk of making my point here, My Lord"
And the 40 year old burly looking man was baffled at my response. At that very point, it was quite obvious that I was digging my own grave, but since it was my last show (or that is what I am thinking), go-to-hell-with-safe-choices. Lady Daphne Khoo was like, "She has decided to take the risk." Lord Anand Raj broodily gave me 30 seconds to make my submission and having done that, I followed up with my other submissions. By the time the 20 minutes was over, I was practically sweating under that black Nichii pants and white shirt topped with a black blazer and accompanied by a pair of Carlo Rino black cot shoes.
I got back to my seat and felt my blood rushing at a speed of 200kmph and my heart beating faster than it usually did. That was my worst performance ever and I had made a fool out of myself. As my opponent's turn was over, it was then my partners'. He, who always seemed fond of doing the rebuttals (done at the conclusion of moots when both sides have presented their submissions), handed me the job to do it as he couldn't absorb any more of the judges' comments. But eventually, he ended up rebutting as there was a 3 minute break before the rebuttals were on.
After presenting our cases and rebuttals, the judges will proceed to another room and come up with the judgment, in lieu of our arguments. In the meantime, we had a fag break. (duh after that much of pressure put into, a person needs a BREAK!!)
"Hey guys, they are in."
We quickly threw our fags down to the 3rd floor staircase, wore our blazers as we rushed into the deliberation room. The judges had seem to have found their seats.
"Nice of ya'll to join us, counsels." Anand Raj critiqued.
"Apologies, My Lord" we contended.
It was followed by an overall evaluation of both respondents and appellants and the judgment favoured us, purely on the basis of sufficient interest. The royal prerogative argument was stronger by the appellants' but as they lacked this one case : The Fire Brigade's Union, we robbed the win. While on the competition, they were pleased to announce that we too won the moots and to my surprise, they awarded me the best mooter. This was continued with individual evaluation where the judges pointed out my weaknesses when I asked the judge "What do you think?" and used the word "sought" instead of "seek" for judicial review. That officially ended moots, and then came the hand shakes and flashing of cameras.
Just when Penguin and I were wondering where to eat, it was made known that there was food available (yay, free lunch!!) and all mooters were supposed to dine with the judges. I was pretty reluctant as DUH dining with the JUDGES?? I mean they are practicing lawyers at these huge, and I mean HUGE, law firms. KP comforted me that they will not be talking about any law crap and told me to take a chill pill. Since he was going to have lunch together, I felt a little secure.
As the judges were pre-occupied with something else, we were too hungry to wait, so we dug into the 2 pieces of fried chicken topped with chilli paste, accompanied with a small bowl of briyani rice. Mr Anand and Ms Daphne joined us some 15 minutes later, together with the lecturers, Mr Daniel and Ms Irene. The subject eventually evolved around the ex-director of UOL, Mr Wayne Morrison, who once leaked the criminology paper during Ant's year. Mr Anand didn't seem all too surprised about his irresponsible act.
Oh well, lets pack this granpa-granma stories in a box and get to the icing of the cake. The day ended with Penguin driving us to this wonderful place, The Rose, at Ampang Road. There was this beautiful statute of a naked-woman-fountain and huge couches to unwind and relax. We ordered a mix of peach and mint which gave a wonderful smell and that came with a complimentary Arabian tea. Since she hadn't taken her lunch, we ordered a plate of mashed aubergines with plain bread. If you are in search of a place to take a break with affordable food and hookah, Rose is the place. It just unwinds your thoughts and creates this serene addictive atmosphere. Satisfied with our supply of tobacco for the day, we headed home.
The night wrapped herself up after a wholesome dinner at Ash's place and a late night teh tarik at Palani's (alas, I got the name right!) It was quite difficult to swallow the sudden change of situation. Once when I was to the brink of dying out of sheer embarassment that I would pee in my pants, to the serene and comfy surrounding later that day, it comes to show how fast time passes by and that life goes on as usual. You may have murdered the President of the United States or awarded the Pulitzer Price, this will definitely bring the flashing of cameras and the muttering of words, but just for that moment. Then, people move on. Life just goes as usual. Its just you, that need to realise that very fact, and move on too.
"Ambition never is in a great hurry, it merely keeps pace with circumstances and with my general way of thinking" - Napolean Bonaparte
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