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...

The Six Paths

The world created in different dimensions, between each layer that made up time. Beyond the spaces that stored mysteries the naked-eye has never seen. For the survival and forever trapped in the cycle of life, to live and die that is.
Allocating souls around the center of the wheel of fates and destiny. Grant an eye that sees the 6 worlds, God realm, Demi-God Realm, Human Realm, Animal Realm, Demon Realm, Hungry Ghost Realm. To witness the truth hidden between the layers of time....

I see the end,

The end, the lights dimmed. Such complexion found under the orange sun, such laughter yet its just a dream. I love the days and the hours that passed like rain, the boredom and loneliness that kept me accompany. Why am i still yet so stubborn? Dancing by the river side, i see many men with masks. The crows and the sky played the rhythms; and here comes the ache in my back again... Don't i deserve more than this?

Donuts

The donuts filled with different taste, the green the blue the pink and the black. The sweet chocolate melts after the first bite, whats inside starts flowing to clothe your tongue in an urban delight. The Wars coming to an end, yet the numbered days seem far too a many or just too long. The little impatient me spend hours and hours of doing nothing; making empty promises to myself, speaking of how the battle would be won. I curse the days the hours took a hold of me, i cant believe my life is to end like this. The a lofting feeling is taking over my insides, yet strapped down by heavy weights. What am i to do?

In the rain.

I walked under the rain today. After history paper, i felt kinda heavy while my head spun. I remember cheering when i saw drops coming down from the sky; rain always has its soothing effects on me. The soft hue colors of the now setting sun, don't know why, the rain isn't cheering me up as i had expected it would. Taking the long route home, i detoured to one of the stalls south of my school. Bought a coke and continued walking through the park not far beside it. The trees seemed to move away before me; birds sat on telephone cables as if mocking me. The leaves fell and i heard weak hustles in the distance. Even the winds are talking; whats not to laugh about a fool? The roads, the houses, the pavement, the rocks, the stones and the dust; stood rather still and rather silent today. Everything around me seemed deserted and lonely; no, I'm the lonely one.....

Stars

My English essay today...

Stars, the tiny lights that filled the dark nights, sparkling and twinkling above the sky. After all, they were once known as the guardian angels of the night. Sitting by the window, i looked up to the starry night sky, wondering what mysteries lie beyond those sparkling eyes.
Living in a realistic world, i can't help but to find those twinkling stars my source of relaxation. being a man of dreams, the night sky filled with stars, motivated my dreams. Some say that the stars held memories and that every twinkle represented a piece of memory present in our hearts.
Come to think of it, the world began under the eye of heaven, guarded by the angels of the night. All that has happened from the beginning to the present, the sky had seen it all. The stars recorded them as witnesses to the events leading up to the modern world. Or so to say, they were the keepers of time.
For many years, looking up to the dark starry sky calmed me down and soothed my every nerves. Scientists claim that the stars are moving further away from us by the minute, even as we speak. Did the stars finally grow weary of our world or rather our time is running out?
Maybe its because that everyone is trying hard to move on; to forget the past. Forgetting the past literally meant risking to repeat it. Explains why the stars are losing their sparkle and slowly fading away.
Everything happens for a reason, if only we looked for the reason before judgment. But for a man like me, a cup of tea under the black starry sky and dreaming of a more peaceful reality was enough for one day.
I remembered once i was flipping through my book of astronomy, and that those tiny sparkles as seen to our naked eye formed galaxies of enormous size and that we are nearly invisible among the millions that formed the universe. It is definately a vast place beyond the limits of our imagination. I can't help but to wonder the possibilities of our existence in this big big universe and that possibly everything now are just nothing but mere illusions or imagination of another...

The First battle...

War drums rolled and stormed the atmosphere, smell of metallic blood filled the air. Thick smoke clouded the distant view; such desperate times. Arrows filled the skies, robbing it of its light, and the next thing you know; the sky was raining arrows. "ARCHERS ON THE EASTERN WALL!!!" Explosions arose dust that blurred visibility and thunderous earthquakes followed thereafter. Hacking through the never ending numbers, crossing swords; limbs and blood splattered. "HOLD THEM!! ARMAIA MUSTN'T FALL!!!! HOLD!!!" Beneath the walls, the never ending black waves continued to storm the walls. It was then, a particular one with a torch in its hand, it march steadily towards the eastern wall; their morales climbed while ours fade away. A flash of light, and a horrible jerk came from the ground. Big chunks of debris flew everywhere after a horrific roar; the eastern wall came tumbling down. "Fall back!! FALL BACK!!!" the soldiers cried in among their ranks "The courtyard is lost! Fall back and hold them there!!!" The battle continued; can we survive? Such words of desperation yet its only just the first day; afterall, the battle had just begun....

Can't Move....

The hours went away, drawing closer to the day; the day in which we call, the beginning of an end. Yet, my body is not functioning the way it should. Whats the cause of this sudden lack of motivation and mobility? Feeling my muscles dying as i lay on my bed, the skies above me spun around and i felt the weight of the world. Maybe, im just sad or pissed at whats been happening to me lately. Can i win? This war? It seems meaningless yet meaningful at the same time. Whats my reason to fight? What?!!

Speechless

untitled...

A Thousand Roses;
The colors the red sky fill,
Many hearts a broken song,
A rhyme long forgotten...
scents of the summer,
descends to days of a winter,
buds of may,
flowers and wine in dismay;
or such just a stage play?

A few hundred miles...

The dreams ended,
The skies faded,
But my love embedded.

The times when your sad,
the days when your mad,
what if i say there's always someone there,
a few hundred miles hoping to share?

So long our fates have turned,
That beating thing will never learn,
The cotton candies, coke and tea,
A few hundred miles away here a silly me.

Someday the dream will end,
but just hope the gods will let me sing till then...

Song For You

Dreaming...
of a chance to get closer to you,
Not sure...
If it was night or day without you.
Ticking,
that chocolate ice-cream melts away.

A moment left beyond the steps,
Can i cry without tears?
The keys remained black and white,
Why does it end sheared?

I play this song for you,
I sing this song for you,
Oh can you hear me?
The melodies calling out to you...

The petals still remained on the floor
Now soaked in my tears,
Our promises i kept poor...
Will i ever see or could i ask for more...

Now i sing this song for you,
Can you tell my love is true?
The times and things i did to you,
how i wish it wasn't true...
And now i lay silent in the rain,
drops shattering on my pain..
the darkness took me away
and the times just wont come again....

The soups turned cold,
yet my heart still warm;
Days without you
My Love for you will never fold....

Fates that intertwine...

"Sweet encumbrance chained in strings of memories;
desperately moving up and further beyond the steps of destiny.
The hours played the days and the skies drift from day to night,
stars shone from high and low; in a world that never sleeps.
In the beginnings of time,
pen in books of fate; the lives and just of many abide.
Cold wind whispers the songs of the night, singing of the wonders in darkness.
Those insignificant fools play silly from above,
yet love or pain that comes.
Aloft in pavements of primes, followed by weariness in the days of age.
Will that happiness last never ending?
Or beyond the stretch of sky, way beyond the depths of the sea.
When one is destined to find its pair; the game begins...
The gods may throw the dice, play the odds and their little games;
yet the lost is ours to bear...

'O' fates that intertwine,
made and forged upon a glass of wine;
In the universe bathed in stars,
Will the water flow give way;
or yet its just another game made by fools?
'O' fates that intertwine... "

A Sunday of Struggles;

Whether or not torn between oneself or the other; things just never seem ending. Heaven's been crying these past few days, and now finally the sun. As i wait impatiently for food, hunger headaches hit me hard on my head. What was it that i was searching for; all seems so unclear all of a sudden. I just can't remember them all. The weather felt rather cool today; yet maybe because i was in my room the whole day unaware. Mums not feeling all so well, definitely struggling. Walking on with not sense of direction or rather not knowing where im suppose to go. I need some distraction, looking for a big big tree in the green green plains, to lay beneath until the sun rests.

"In this sweet madness,
the song keeps on twisting;
Faraway in distant lands,
hours lay still unattended;
Come out 'o' night,
leave the light behind;
Bring forth the days and sing
The stars and all that blings.
Come out'o' night,
swallow the skies deep
leave the day behind;
and bring forth the valiant..."