Timera, Oblion and Ultime...

The reason behind every happening, lost within that smile. Looking back at the calendar, surprisingly my "just started working experience" has come about to almost a month already. Im still learning and growing by the day, its amazing how time never stops or even take a pit-stop near mercy. Slowly realizing how powerful time may be, and now i see time itself, in form of a few powerful and worthy individuals in which i name, Timera; of absolutely divinity, Oblion; the heartless and last but not least Ultime; the immortally invincible. The three has their own specific qualities. Timera, just as how it's nick explains, its of absolutely divinity. So pure and divine, untainted by anything, uncorruptable. No-matter how men tried to obtain or conquer it, it remains unreachable, untouchable. Such distinguished qualities are those that i need in my journey no matter which path im destined to take. Im amazed and in awe. One that possesses divinity must be acompanied by a merciless nature fit to rule any that comes before it. Oblion the heartless shows no mercy upon anyone, or anything. Its inhuman nature serves him beyond the grasp of even men themselves. Oblion may just as well be the most fearsome of the three, undoubtely fear arises even unknowingly when time ticks by; awaiting by the moment to pass judgement. Ultime, may be the most powerful of them all. Undying, indestructable. It acts as a vessel to pass on judgement, powered by a merciless heart fit to rule in divinity; or so to say Divine Judgement. Time, heartless in nature, weilds divinity as its blade to strike upon divine judgement and immortality and invincibility as its shield, a powerful opponent to oppose yet a worthy icon to learn from...

A blue blue Christmas....

The Christmas choir singing, by the streets the bells jingled and lights blinked. I saw the comfort behind that dinner table filled with candles, of joys and laughter. I hope it rains that day, it would be a bonus to my imagination of how my blue Christmas would be like. By Starbucks with a cup of tea, trying hard to steal maybe a portion of that comfort; at least through my imagination. All i want for Christmas is a bottle of alcohol and you in my dreams....

Puzzle pieces.

The song now sung,
The sun now sets,
The light now fades,
The wind now whispers,
The road now barred,
The skies now damped,
And the puzzles now complete.

Nostalgia

A sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past; inevitably I'm suffering from Nostalgia. The hard cold facts learned from recent time consuming activities made my life somewhat easier to live. Short-lived humans maybe, but they never ceases to surprise me in what amazing things they can do despite their very short life-span. Humans are such peculiar beings, each and everyone different and queer in their own specific ways yet somehow similar. Massaging my hair with passionate shampoos everyday wishing for a speedy growth. Days passed on and on, more and more i find myself descending ever deeper into senselessness. I'm clearly losing my sense of time, unaware of how quickly time has passed yet that eternal feeling slowly resides within me. Secretly yearning for an apple to drop on my head like how it did on Isaac Newton. Maybe i would be able to finally theorize something meaningful for myself. Such a small world yet seems so big in reality.
Someday the dream will end, hopefully someday my demons too will end...

Someday The Dream Will End

A long time ago, there was a place known as the safe havens. One big piece of land that was guarded by eye of heaven, hugged by the calmness of the ocean. When the wind blew, the trees would whisper and dance, while the grass hissed; harmonizing as though playing in an orchestra. The clear blue skies accompanied by the flapping of the wings of flocks of birds signified freedom in enchantment. A world filled with so peace or so known as the "Promised Land." Being in such a perfect world or just maybe too perfect, the world that belonged soon fell apart. Devoured by war, their meaningless fights to so call prevail peace; yet its chaos they seek. Many pleaded for this nightmare to end, but or so to say, this is just a dream. Every life to every breath we take; who knows it may just be an illusion or dream of another. Yet Someday the dream will end.

Guide the world to ruins
solidify their hate as one,
Cast chaos by the crimson moon,
Play the harmony with the sun,
Flap your wings and fly,
to the distant lands,
Where none can see with their eyes
Come Forth Oh Orchestrion
Build a new world with your harmony..
oh Orchestration

The place i once lived in...

It seems like i haven't been blogging in proper English for some time already. Read Finn's blog just now, lol saw the post he did for the class; of the things there would be no more of. I thought i won't feel a thing and just let everything pass and let time do the rest. Somehow, after that last paper. I noticed a big difference in everything. Whether or not its important now, it just feels wierd. Im not gonna come up with a long list of whats no more of (thats really sweet finn thanks)
but i know theres one thing i can come up with, one very thing that i know there is gonna be a no more of. And that thing would be, THERE WILL NOT BE ANYMORE OF THOSE TIMES WHERE WE CAME TOGETHER IN THAT VERY CLASS; BE IT THROUGH WHATEVER MOMENTS, its no more.....

Just Rock On Guys! Live your dreams and carve it into reality!

The ever-changing and ever growing cycle.

Walking and standing guard around the area, seeking for time to pass on quickly while i tried to occupy myself with as many things as possible. The day slowly fade into night, one day's experience now comes to a halt, frozen in hibernation waiting for spring to come the next day; when night turns to day. Unknowingly, the fabric of time thickens with age; filling up the empty book of life. The stars finally starts shining, revealing their positions from the unknown; where destinies are being fulfilled and fates written. A-lot of things now seem unimportant as i took bites of my lunch during break, witnessing the passing of every life in their own special way; in their own special world. Amazing how the world was formed through fractals of different angles seen through different eyes, experience through different souls. Trying hard to refrain myself from falling asleep, fighting that drowsiness and waiting for supper to come. For those who may have felt as though things are being lost as they progress in life, or those who may have lost someone; its life...