How far did he want to go?
Hiding in between potholes and drainpipes
The smell of the morning dew still fresh in the air
Newly mowed grass and stale lemonade
There he goes creeping past the neatly trimmed bushes
The cardboard houses with the white picket fences
A german shepherd suddenly yowls painfully
Its owner is dead. Simple. But where is he going to?
Running through the green school field the marching band is getting assembled
O there it goes, the mother's tears as the trumpeteer blows
Sadly the song continues playing
The drum rolls, bloody threats and hidden agendas
There the shadow runs, into a tower of sticks
he lies blinded in the destruction that he causes
The watery green pools above him do not drip...
O wait, there, a teardrop falls
drip, drip, drip.....
slowly.....the facets loosens its deathly grip
and as soon as the first drip came.....
he stays sprawled eagle
Face up towards the shining sun,
Shivering in the heat, knowing that soon the bonds will break
The green pools will part and flush his pain away
he will drown in the liquid that spills itself freely
the first wave comes, out it pours from all corners
squeezing his heart and finally with one last breath he smiles,
for he knew as he floats on the waves
that he finally found hope....
Then footsteps came through the side door
he got up and hurriedly wiped the tears away
screams pierce the air and sadness engulfs the raven's heart
~All things are beautiful when seen in darkness~
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Mall Viewing
Sometimes you look at certain people in certain ways
Sometimes the ways that you look at them is the exact same way they look at themselves
Sometimes the way you look at them is the total opposite of how they look at themselves.But that's not for you to judge, its not for anyone to judge.But we still do.
That's why i love malls so much....you can look and view people from different cultures and characters. They all move in different directions. but another reason why i love malls so much is that you somehow feel a sense of belonging to it, like you can still be considered a part of society cause you are shopping with society.
You look to the left, there's the mother of two whose husband is cheating on her with her neighbour and the right there is the cousins who shop at mango and topshop and think anyone who shops at any other store are losers. In front the indonesian rich tourists laden filled with bags from guess, u2 and esprit....oh ya and braun buffel and vincci. How could i have forgotten them? then the whole teenage group of chingko kids, the girls in micro minis looking like Cinta from the movie ada apa dengan cinta (indonesian movie) and the guys in baggy t-shirts and almost all wearing specs and spiked up hairdos. (basically the kind you'll find in cyber cafes). And when you turn back there will always have to be the bunch of indian macha's who gape at my huge ass as if there's nothing huger than it! Well, there are all kinds of people in this world and the best part is without them all the stories that we view or read about wouldn't even be interesting.....i mean if everyone was wearing a plain white shirt and talking in monotonous english how could life have its flavour?? It loses all its tastebuds from being dull and tasteless.
Well ya, society will continue its judging and its analysing. But the sad thing is, they are never correct in their experimental observations. why? because people are unpredictable and HE always pulls different strings to keep the excitement up! Gish this needs alot of further explaining but i have not the time to waste right now.....later maybe....
Sometimes the ways that you look at them is the exact same way they look at themselves
Sometimes the way you look at them is the total opposite of how they look at themselves.But that's not for you to judge, its not for anyone to judge.But we still do.
That's why i love malls so much....you can look and view people from different cultures and characters. They all move in different directions. but another reason why i love malls so much is that you somehow feel a sense of belonging to it, like you can still be considered a part of society cause you are shopping with society.
You look to the left, there's the mother of two whose husband is cheating on her with her neighbour and the right there is the cousins who shop at mango and topshop and think anyone who shops at any other store are losers. In front the indonesian rich tourists laden filled with bags from guess, u2 and esprit....oh ya and braun buffel and vincci. How could i have forgotten them? then the whole teenage group of chingko kids, the girls in micro minis looking like Cinta from the movie ada apa dengan cinta (indonesian movie) and the guys in baggy t-shirts and almost all wearing specs and spiked up hairdos. (basically the kind you'll find in cyber cafes). And when you turn back there will always have to be the bunch of indian macha's who gape at my huge ass as if there's nothing huger than it! Well, there are all kinds of people in this world and the best part is without them all the stories that we view or read about wouldn't even be interesting.....i mean if everyone was wearing a plain white shirt and talking in monotonous english how could life have its flavour?? It loses all its tastebuds from being dull and tasteless.
Well ya, society will continue its judging and its analysing. But the sad thing is, they are never correct in their experimental observations. why? because people are unpredictable and HE always pulls different strings to keep the excitement up! Gish this needs alot of further explaining but i have not the time to waste right now.....later maybe....
Off
Can you believe my mum?? She wants me to marry someone whose Father's name is OFF?? I mean gimme a break and what about the mother?? Is her name On??
And the son name will probably be switch....lolz....you know so when i call my hubby it'll be switch where's off?? Or switch where's on?? Gosh this is soooo lame....but well i really don't feel like marrying....aiyoo...why can't life be easy?
Its simple Colin Farell will fall in madly in love with me when he sets eyes on me and decides i'm his 'the one' when he reads my column in the New York Times and everyone will be happy cause i'm happy and my mom will be thrilled to have an irish son-in-law and then we'll have a huge wedding with a horse carriage by the beach and i HAVE to wear a diamond filled tiara!! And then we'll live happily in the canary islands (of course we'll buy our own island!) and we'll make 6 georgeous babies and live happily ever after in our palace with 50 maids (oops i forgot the one before the 50 so that's 150 maids) and our own private shopping mall (where somerset bay and Borders will be the two largest stores)and we don't have to pay. there will also be julio Iglesias, tom jones and lene marlin singing whenever i want them to and oh very important.... a 7metres by 10metres chocolate fountain!! And ferrero rocher trees......oh ya and there must be these tabasco filled wells every 7 metres apart which has never ending tabasco sauce, with endless pizza and lasagna and horfun and tomyam kitchens everywhere. Oh and the best part in this world a woman can have two husbands so then my second hubby would be orlando bloom but only he has this really deep voice like vin diesel...hmmm....
Ok well....good dreams....now i have to content myself with a manicure with flowery prints and salad platters. Oh wait and loads of course work and revision cause exams are coming up.....ok yup thats about it....well son of 'off' i hope you're a good guy....we'll see.....
And the son name will probably be switch....lolz....you know so when i call my hubby it'll be switch where's off?? Or switch where's on?? Gosh this is soooo lame....but well i really don't feel like marrying....aiyoo...why can't life be easy?
Its simple Colin Farell will fall in madly in love with me when he sets eyes on me and decides i'm his 'the one' when he reads my column in the New York Times and everyone will be happy cause i'm happy and my mom will be thrilled to have an irish son-in-law and then we'll have a huge wedding with a horse carriage by the beach and i HAVE to wear a diamond filled tiara!! And then we'll live happily in the canary islands (of course we'll buy our own island!) and we'll make 6 georgeous babies and live happily ever after in our palace with 50 maids (oops i forgot the one before the 50 so that's 150 maids) and our own private shopping mall (where somerset bay and Borders will be the two largest stores)and we don't have to pay. there will also be julio Iglesias, tom jones and lene marlin singing whenever i want them to and oh very important.... a 7metres by 10metres chocolate fountain!! And ferrero rocher trees......oh ya and there must be these tabasco filled wells every 7 metres apart which has never ending tabasco sauce, with endless pizza and lasagna and horfun and tomyam kitchens everywhere. Oh and the best part in this world a woman can have two husbands so then my second hubby would be orlando bloom but only he has this really deep voice like vin diesel...hmmm....
Ok well....good dreams....now i have to content myself with a manicure with flowery prints and salad platters. Oh wait and loads of course work and revision cause exams are coming up.....ok yup thats about it....well son of 'off' i hope you're a good guy....we'll see.....
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Momentary Glances
Momentary glances came through
foolish desires passing my bloody heart
pristine beaches line my imagination
supper for two unknown believers
pain cutting deeper into the abyss of hell
plunging myself head first into the searing flame
quietly the foootsteps of the doves patter on the ground
wings intertwine flying high cruelty of hypocrisy settles in my blood
Can a momentary glance do that?
ones selfish desires and pinpricks of affections
live in my veins pulsating full of imagination
looking this way and then turn a full circle
red blood stained my hands
anger supresses the reign of man
momentary glances at the train station....
Noura Talib...
foolish desires passing my bloody heart
pristine beaches line my imagination
supper for two unknown believers
pain cutting deeper into the abyss of hell
plunging myself head first into the searing flame
quietly the foootsteps of the doves patter on the ground
wings intertwine flying high cruelty of hypocrisy settles in my blood
Can a momentary glance do that?
ones selfish desires and pinpricks of affections
live in my veins pulsating full of imagination
looking this way and then turn a full circle
red blood stained my hands
anger supresses the reign of man
momentary glances at the train station....
Noura Talib...
Learnz
Well tonight was one interesting night. First things first, I'm pmsing and secondly i don't feel like shite for doing something 'bad' in societies standards. Well in fact, well look at this in a new way, i mean all i was trying to do was get my point across, i might have done it in a mean and evil and (nihaad's fave words) AGRESSIVE! well ya i do get passionate about these kindda things. how can you blame me? These people have arrogance and ignorance stuck in the fluff of their brains. And this mingled with the lack of understanding why society is sooooo important. i mean people can see for themselves if the girl is good or not. You help people in their homes and you don't seem rude then how can you even listen to yesterday's gossip? If i marry a malaysian royalty i bet you that no one would care about what i did today. You may think that im a loser but i don't really care. I lost on the knowledge of how to use tack when talking to people but hey i'm not really caring about the sadness in my life but really concerntarating on the happiness. And the sadness is that a whole lotta people that i chill with/ hang out with are a bunch of losers and they are ignorant bastards. Well neways i really can't care less.
I mean i got a right to be wrong, my mistakes will make me strong. I gotta mind of my own, im flesh and blood to the bone, see im not made of stone. i love that song cause its so true....i gotta right to be wrong, i mean people learn everyday right?
The weird thing is how dejavu this is with the whole taj and resham issue....you know you're wrong but at the end of the day you just learn more about society and how to deal with them. Its like the abc of growing up. You gotta past through all 26 alphabets. I've watched it all slowly and i realised something that everyone's life is so simple but the most simplistic life i have so far seen is the one in Surabaya. I mean all they do is laugh,talk and laugh some more. But my life isn't all that lacking in dramatics, i wish it was abs.
Well, the fortune teller told me that i will get published in the New York Times and have lots of babies. Oh wait, that was me reading my own palm.
Well ya, i know that my mom is worried about her rep for owning a very rude child. Well i know i am rude, if i wasn't i would be Liza.
I am the rudest child out of all their children.
I give my parents the most problems.
I am THE BLACK SHEEP!!
I like to think that i'm just suffering from some deficiency in manners. (think i spelt that wrongly) aka i am a spoilt child and really i was talking about it to one of my friends the other day and we were wondering what makes a spoilt child. Well i also like to think that i am just young and passionate about my beliefs, you know i realised something i always like people to believe what i believe in as well, i want them to be convinced. But half the time i always find out that they can't be swayed. and they will fight back. Well you know what? ? You learn something new everyday, like i just found out about how to delete viruses of your pen drive by just formatting it. Well you're talking to a new computer user lar....i'm still traditional and old-fashioned. Ahem ahem.....
I mean i got a right to be wrong, my mistakes will make me strong. I gotta mind of my own, im flesh and blood to the bone, see im not made of stone. i love that song cause its so true....i gotta right to be wrong, i mean people learn everyday right?
The weird thing is how dejavu this is with the whole taj and resham issue....you know you're wrong but at the end of the day you just learn more about society and how to deal with them. Its like the abc of growing up. You gotta past through all 26 alphabets. I've watched it all slowly and i realised something that everyone's life is so simple but the most simplistic life i have so far seen is the one in Surabaya. I mean all they do is laugh,talk and laugh some more. But my life isn't all that lacking in dramatics, i wish it was abs.
Well, the fortune teller told me that i will get published in the New York Times and have lots of babies. Oh wait, that was me reading my own palm.
Well ya, i know that my mom is worried about her rep for owning a very rude child. Well i know i am rude, if i wasn't i would be Liza.
I am the rudest child out of all their children.
I give my parents the most problems.
I am THE BLACK SHEEP!!
I like to think that i'm just suffering from some deficiency in manners. (think i spelt that wrongly) aka i am a spoilt child and really i was talking about it to one of my friends the other day and we were wondering what makes a spoilt child. Well i also like to think that i am just young and passionate about my beliefs, you know i realised something i always like people to believe what i believe in as well, i want them to be convinced. But half the time i always find out that they can't be swayed. and they will fight back. Well you know what? ? You learn something new everyday, like i just found out about how to delete viruses of your pen drive by just formatting it. Well you're talking to a new computer user lar....i'm still traditional and old-fashioned. Ahem ahem.....
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