--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--
now what
Monday, July 18, 2005
the storm has arrived sweeping away unimaginably everything leaving scrumbs and waste behind now what?
don't stay here anymore the voice says
but every single part of me belongs to this place
there's nothing left here voice continues
but memories I know... but ...
stay here and waste? voice retorts
waste... everything in me is gone anyway
so you're going to stay here and die? voice replies
I... don't know... really... I can't move... yet...
here, take this take this knife and end your life easier way out for you voice croons
I can't... I....
You are a coward! Voice storms
No! I'm not! If I have the bloody courage to fight the storm, why can't i take my life.. it's just that...
every being fights for survival, it's only natural but when it comes to taking your own life it needs real courage
I can't
why not
No....
You're a bloody coward
NO!
Then??
I need to live To see the sunrise again to live my dream whatever that's left of it and find out what's in store for me before i breath my last breathe I still want to finish my book of life to the last chapter and not be a spoiler by skipping to the last page to do justice to the author...
hmmm... fair enough good answer voice replies
I...
so...? now what? voice quips
I guess... I'll make a move. Yah... I'll make a move.
a little girl peeps out of her little window in a tiny house of a faraway estate in a small town where few people reside and life is laid back
she wonders at the world beyond her the sky big and wide blue and dark changes colour changes mood ever so fascinating
the wind that travels for miles kisses her face with the smell of city glamour temptations vibrancy worldliness lust
the world outside is too complicated says mom stay here it's safe when you grow up get a man and tend to the farm the house the family like we all do
girl ponders at the world beyond the yonder what will she become? how will she live her life?
questions swarm the little mind answers are the same
the world outside is too complicated it's safe here
but still the little heart yearns to taste the bitterness to enjoy the sweet the saddness to enjoy the happiness the anger to enjoy calmness
and so she steps forth out of the door carrying with her a lovely pink bag embroided with flowers she travels the world like all others that are hungry to taste
at times she wish she never step out of the door she curses at her ill fate, sometimes praises lord for her blessing she becomes cynical from bitterness, but also gains love from others
it was a journey never to return
and even when she returns it will still be the same house same room same window same bag but threads of the embroided flowers are gone and the girl behind the window has become a woman Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:48 AM |
dream dangerously
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
an encounter with a giant that stands in an illusion with a myriad of words that spin in his will
what if... if only... I wonder... wouldn't it be interesting...
those are his magical abracadabra which churn out tales so surreal yet real
I stood like a little girl before this giant hands outstretched seeking for little souvenirs of this brush of fate a few signatures a kiss a handshake
dream dangerously sweet dreams the giant whispered to me
gratified and thrilled my heart fluttered the wings carried me to a land of stardust...
Renee Chua A flower that refuses to let the cement close in on her... she fights her way through to fight for her rights to sunshine and rain...yet never lose her beauty to the weather...
Likes: Humanity
Jazz, new age, alternative, acid jazz, soft rock music
Watch and read a good play
Direct and act in a few excellent plays
Photography
Designing
A good hearty laugh
Dislikes: Snobs and bitches (same category)
Those who just wanna make life difficult for others
Drivers who can't make up their mind which lane to drive on
The self contradicting systems in my country
MY TAGBOARD
now what
Monday, July 18, 2005
the storm has arrived sweeping away unimaginably everything leaving scrumbs and waste behind now what?
don't stay here anymore the voice says
but every single part of me belongs to this place
there's nothing left here voice continues
but memories I know... but ...
stay here and waste? voice retorts
waste... everything in me is gone anyway
so you're going to stay here and die? voice replies
I... don't know... really... I can't move... yet...
here, take this take this knife and end your life easier way out for you voice croons
I can't... I....
You are a coward! Voice storms
No! I'm not! If I have the bloody courage to fight the storm, why can't i take my life.. it's just that...
every being fights for survival, it's only natural but when it comes to taking your own life it needs real courage
I can't
why not
No....
You're a bloody coward
NO!
Then??
I need to live To see the sunrise again to live my dream whatever that's left of it and find out what's in store for me before i breath my last breathe I still want to finish my book of life to the last chapter and not be a spoiler by skipping to the last page to do justice to the author...
hmmm... fair enough good answer voice replies
I...
so...? now what? voice quips
I guess... I'll make a move. Yah... I'll make a move.
See you around then! Voice out...
~inspiration to write something longer nowadays~ Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:37 AM |
to see the world
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
a little girl peeps out of her little window in a tiny house of a faraway estate in a small town where few people reside and life is laid back
she wonders at the world beyond her the sky big and wide blue and dark changes colour changes mood ever so fascinating
the wind that travels for miles kisses her face with the smell of city glamour temptations vibrancy worldliness lust
the world outside is too complicated says mom stay here it's safe when you grow up get a man and tend to the farm the house the family like we all do
girl ponders at the world beyond the yonder what will she become? how will she live her life?
questions swarm the little mind answers are the same
the world outside is too complicated it's safe here
but still the little heart yearns to taste the bitterness to enjoy the sweet the saddness to enjoy the happiness the anger to enjoy calmness
and so she steps forth out of the door carrying with her a lovely pink bag embroided with flowers she travels the world like all others that are hungry to taste
at times she wish she never step out of the door she curses at her ill fate, sometimes praises lord for her blessing she becomes cynical from bitterness, but also gains love from others
it was a journey never to return
and even when she returns it will still be the same house same room same window same bag but threads of the embroided flowers are gone and the girl behind the window has become a woman Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:48 AM |
dream dangerously
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
an encounter with a giant that stands in an illusion with a myriad of words that spin in his will
what if... if only... I wonder... wouldn't it be interesting...
those are his magical abracadabra which churn out tales so surreal yet real
I stood like a little girl before this giant hands outstretched seeking for little souvenirs of this brush of fate a few signatures a kiss a handshake
dream dangerously sweet dreams the giant whispered to me
gratified and thrilled my heart fluttered the wings carried me to a land of stardust...
