Hello
Dear wonderful people
It is certainly a wonderful pleasure to be back! Although the words may run dry, and the rivers out of ink, nothing shall stop the ever faithful clouds from turning black.
Firstly, I would like to thank all my great fans who have been rooting for me this past week. Your support was a great help indeed! This prerogative is not mine to enjoy! However, I must still thank the skies for such splendid and marvelous treasures.
Okay! bye bye
darkness
the darkness is spreading. what's going on? since when was it supposed to be difficult or a challenge.
Is it but a wall of my own creation, framed by the trickery of my mind? Why do I know so much, and yet know not what to do of it. Why do you understand, but still live in confusion?
You know what you must do, but what exactly is stopping you. There is nothing in sight, or do you fear the deep chasm that awaits? I am well and fine, but my mind is weary. Now my legs won't budge. How am i going to fight?
I have the strength and the capacity, but not the will.
Faith but not courage?
Roar
The ground trembled violently. The whole earth was shaken off its foundations. A frightening crack raced across as though a razor had spun through it. The tear strecthed as far as the eye could see; a dark and scary perspective. Then, like a tree would sprout its brances, so it did.
Soon, the rest of the parched crust danced and crumbled into a million frenzied pieces. That very instant, the ground fell, as though a lid had been opened at the bottom of the earth. There was no safe place to hide from this treacherous catastrohpe. The scream continued to bellow, amplifying in pain. It was like shards of impaling glass were excruciatingly jammed into our flesh.
All matter fell into a dark endless void, a dark and scary place. As you fall into the darkness, all light starts to dim, and it seemed as though the blackness was engulfing everything. There was no refuge or rest. Even after crossing the limits, we still went on. It was an eternity of perpetual suffering.
So is a person's heart who roars from within.
Memories
Memories tear us within.
Beautiful ones are agonising to cast.
Evil ones are cast in stone;
painful to keep,
yet painful to break.
A second of admiration,
An eternity of hate.
All we will ever hold:
our memories, that which kills us.
Swift, does the sun rise,
Kind, yet cunning,
Plotting our demise.
Brilliant splendor is thus bestowed upon a dull night;
Invading the eager void.
In a tick, an array of colour,
a show of glamour.
Yet blinding is the sun to all who dare look.
Now we wait in fear, for it to pass;
carelessly hiding ourselves in the denial of our past.
Smile or frown, the sun is down;
cowering beneath its evening gown.
Sadly, losing it is how we gain it.
Breaking away, is how we mould it.
And Shunning it, is how it remains.
A prison of glass surrounds all,
who foolishly wade in its fallen blaze.
In touching it, we cease to
breathe...
To run away, is to return.
To hide, is only to remember.
All that is left are our memories;
so trivial, but still
so precious - and now our pain.
Memories;
the chapter of life that never seems to endure.
Now the night cometh.
Sorrow, she gently steals.
With her soothing words, she lifts our veil.
Clearly now, the stars in heaven;
look down upon us, with their precious eyes.
To look back, is to smile.
To go forward, is one's gain.
What once was good and had turned sour,
is now intimately hidden within;
courting our angel's love.
It is cold of the night, which freezes time;
stopping the past and sealing it all behind.
Alas its pricelessness, is how it fades.
Now, all that is left:
The bittersweet relics of a past.
-Anonymous, or possible the great SPC (according to many reliable historians.)
sianz
another day of doin nth lor. so sian lor. everyday also the same 1. nth ever happens. so stress la, wat to do?
Don't worry kids
News Flash
I have just realised that there has been an increasing need for writing pointless, needless, complex and full-of-error sentences, to fulfill this burning, insatiable hunger for sophistication. Fear not, what was a lovely art(subject to debate) has become a fly-by lifestyle. However, with respect to you beloved fanatics, that may not be such a good thing.
Certainly that which increases in frequency, decreases in quantity. To the rest of you tortured babies, things finally seem to be falling into place.
Now, before I get carried away by the tiny, remaining portion of the true essence--that which is so deeply cast within the foundations of my hobby/past-time activity/self-entertainment/goals--I shall remind myself of: the direction of this post which is, the outcome of this continuously dwindling portion of "true essence"; the loss of the original, purposeful thrusts of ultimate reason and logic.
You score ten points if you were able to completely comprehend every single aspect of the previous sentence.
You score twenty if you can rephrase it in one complete setence; for the sake of coherence.
I have also realised a growing trend, for me to drive a stake into a watermelon. This metaphor can be easily understood if observed in comparison with how post ended.
Another day of waiting.
The waiting never seems to end. I have been standing there, waiting. Time doesnt seem to go on. Has it broken its heart? Its time to move on. So move on time. Stop waiting for time to fly by, time flies. Darn! This wretched eternity, fall back to the seconds you held. The shear anguish I have to wear on my back, wears me out with time. But time, where have you gone?
Hello children!
Hey chef.
How's it going?
Bad.
Why bad?
I've decided to write 2 consecutive posts, to quench the flame of my boredom; the thirst for expression. To those of you who are at your limit, please do not force yourself. I understand the love you have for my posts, but one a day is enough. For those of you courages dare-devils who would like another round. Be my guest, but be warned, I will not go easy on you. It is said that the mountain lion comes from behind, and with a great big swipe, slices a dandelion for your enjoyment. Of course, the death from a heart attack is not surprising. Today, I will perfect this technique. Gear yourselves up. Breathe deep breaths for about ten minutes, and return to read the rest of the post.
One of a kind!!!
Greetings to my much acknowledged readers.
It seems that this delicate box of transistors, and its friendly sub-components are plunging into a dire situation. The viscious trend it seems, is ploughing up whatever ground is left of this arena. If you have not come to terms with the current issue - by a standard, maximum time of 2 seconds, you can very well boast to be classified under a much favourable group of people called, "the normal people".
For regular readers, you would by now, have understood to the deepest of depths; my purpose, what I am talking about, where I am headed with what I am saying, and what will the outcome of it be. For the not-so-regular readers, do not fret. The time is coming when the snail of commitment and loyalty will snag you like a temperamental lion. If that happens, pray the fairy of understanding will come upon you and lift the dark shadows that surely encircles your very eyes. If not, prepare yourself to be forever subject to a life time of false comprehension, and aimless progression.
Back to the topic. As I attempt, with as much conciseness as the english language will allow, the dangers of dying, I only ask for your much appreciated attention.
Dying, as I would like to describe it, is a phenomenon. Why do I say that? For a very good reason. When you die, you do not live.
Now stop for a moment and ponder the immense and infinite possibilities or theorems that could spring from this very statement. What is it to live? And what is it that death takes away from you. Is death to life? or life to death?Is death taken away in life, or life taken away in death? What is the order in which this complex structure is supported? Ladies and gentlemen. If your patronizing reasoning of the initial question has finally dwindled to nano-sized proportions, and the very frame of your mind is bursting at its seams, be patient. The truth will be revealed to you shortly.
The truth is, death is like a dark chocolate cake. And life is like a white-chocolate cake.
From this very comparison, I have managed to arrive at a biased conclusion, unfortunately for you. Based on my preference falling more towards the "white-chocolate" side, I would definitely suggest that life is worth eating. For those who beg to differ, I differ for you to beg. My friends, if you prefer white chocolate to dark chocolate, you are perfectly fine. If however, you posses a taste for death, I suggest you seek professional help. If ever a thought such as, "Dr. Chua, you are wrong," comes to your mind, I can only recommend the nearest mental "institute".
What gives me such authority to say what I'm saying? Well, some people say that carrots have nothing in common with cucumbers.
I certainly hope that this post was as informative, as all my previous posts. It is adviced, that you do not spend more than fifteen minutes on pondering what has just happened. Possible consequences include depression, vomitting and/or death.
To you avid readers, send my warmest regards to Jim!
Dr Chua. phD in logic (University of Soiless culture. Major: Minor studies)
