The Revolution

The Harlequin

Fri, 20 May 2011 01:45:00 +0800

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome!

Witness as I weave the fragile cloth of my destiny!

I request your attention.

In the perfection of my scheme.

All shall fall to the traps I have laid.

Like men with blind eyes,

Walking on a field of pits and mines.

Like unwary animals,

Falling prey to the fangs of the pride.

I can only grin in seeing your despair.

Your envy, your desires, my play, my monologue.

My flawless moves akin to the ebb and flow of the sea!

Come!

And witness the manifestation of the plot!

The plot which made eternity halt in its progress!

I personally give my deepest condolences!

See it with your very own eyes!

Feast your senses!

The curtain is about to unfold!

Destiny itself has approved!

ALL!

SHALL!

DIE!!!!!!!!!

Confront Me Now

Fri, 20 May 2011 01:36:00 +0800

Confront me now.

For you I was once brave behind your back.

Face me now.

Try my wits and release my adrenaline.

On this war on diplomacy,

I shall betray my own heresy.

I have arrived at the crossroads.

My decision is final.

I have long waited for this day.

I have memorized every word.

I have mastered the plan.

I have caged all emotions.

I have held all the tears.

Confront me now,

for I am ready.

I am not scared anymore.

Confront me now.

And may the loser,

take the final bow.

Les Fantômes

Fri, 20 May 2011 01:32:09 +0800

Ghosts of the past.

They haunt both you and I.

Distorting the very frame of the mind.

They make you remember such gruesome thoughts.

Those you would wish to bury under the ground.

Such ghosts are true.

Shackles of what we used to be.

Still, I am cuffed and guarded by these ghosts.

Annoyed by those silent whispers.

They utter my past.

Word for word.

With both accuracy and precision.

When will they cease?

Until when shall I suffer?

The Company

Fri, 20 May 2011 01:26:09 +0800

There was once a man who was to embark on a perilous journey. He was known to be a man of simplicity. He was a man of few words. He was always frank and straight to the point. As he was leaving, a group of individuals stood next to him and here is what they said,

“Hey!”, said the recluse.

“Cheer up!”, says the depressed.

“It will all be fine!”, says the pessimist.

“Believe in yourself!”, said the under-confident.

“I got your back!”, said the loner.

“There is still a good chance!”, said the hopeless.

“Enjoy yourself out there!”, said the strict.

“When you’re on the top, remember the guys who helped you make it there”, said Mr. Greedy.

“Have fun!”, said the super-egoistic.

And then the silent one yelled, “COME BACK IF YOU HAVE THE TIME!”

Finally, the man said in a catchy rhyme;

“Though this journey may sometime end,

I shall not forget this place, and you my friends.

In my heart you’ll always be,

like a strong and sturdy maple tree.”

And all of them laughed and bid farewell to the man.

Fading

Wed, 11 May 2011 01:31:13 +0800

I see a white light.

A blinding white light.

As I lay in my bed.

My soft, white bed.

I opened my eyes.

My gloomy, brown eyes.

I see people crying.

Holding my hand, and grieving.

There they were.

My father, my mother, my sister.

All those who I met.

I smiled in surprise.

Surprised to see them all at one place.

I feel my feet cramping.

Numb and lifeless.

I must be the air conditioning.

Yes, the frigid air conditioning.

I wanted to ask why they are crying.

“Aren’t they happy to see me?”, I was wondering.

But I felt weak.

So weak, I can’t even speak.

I feel my heartbeat slowing down.

Almost in a halt for each second.

Calmly, I closed my eyes.

The light was still there.

I saw myself near the light.

Voices, I hear voices.

Voices of children, men, and women.

Of animals and even plants.

They are calling my name.

Oh how lovely to hear their laughter.

I want to join them. I want to be happy.

Just like them.

I walked into the light..

And soon….

Slowly….

Slowly…

Slowly..

Life is fading…….

Fading…….

Fading….

I Am

Fri, 06 May 2011 11:37:25 +0800

I am both king and pauper.

I am both discord and order.

I am both dread and chivalry.

I am both mischief and authority.

I am both yin and yang.

I am both claw and fang.

I am both civilian and soldier.

Both servant and master.

Both friend and stranger.

I am both heaven and hell.

The door and the window.

The lock and the key.

I exist, yet I do not breathe.

I can see, yet I am blind.

I can speak, and yet I am mute.

I can walk, still I am lame.

I have clothing, still I am naked.

I believe, and yet I do not.

The Wanderer and The Stalwart

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 21:16:00 +0800

Rain poured, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

All over the land, nature’s rage grew.

On that stormy night, two souls met.

Hailing from a different country, the wanderer met the stalwart.

The stalwart offered shelter and a warm cup of tea.

The other, exhausted and weary, accepted.

Introductions followed through, then stories, then laughter.

In an instant, once strangers, became best of comrades.

Time flew by like a Peregrine.

Embedding each and every moment onto their minds and hearts.

But an event had changed everything.

Envy came, together with rivalry and its venomous gales.

Poisoning their minds. Choking each stored memory with thorns and vines.

They waged war against each other, just like their own countries.

Once friends, now soldiers who had vowed to their king and their selves.

To destroy each other in the field of battle.

One windy night, the time was half past eleven.

Their destinies were intertwined once more.

Thunder clashed with the wind and clouds are forming in the heavens.

In one final battle they shall duel. For country and for pride.

Swords were unsheathed. Curses were uttered.

At the flash of lightning they both charged with ferocity and might.

Shields bashed, swords sparked with friction as it began to rain hard.

There was gore everywhere. Blood escaped their arms and limbs.

It seems that nobody would escape this battle alive.

The stalwart lowered his shield, provoking the wanderer.

He asked for one last charge. A clash that will end it all.

And so they charged forward, this will yield the final blow.

There was a deafening silence.

Both were in each others shoulders. Lunging their swords into each others chests.

After a flash of lightning, both were down; gasping for their last ounces of air.

As he coughs up blood, the wanderer uttered a few words, “The tea you made me tastes like boiled grass. Next time, I’ll be the one who’ll make the tea. Is that clear?”

And they both laughed until their hearts stopped beating.

Indeed Change had proved its prowess once again.

For it had separated two brothers in the same manner it had put them together.

A stormy night, they met; a stormy night they both fell.

Exodus

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 08:39:00 +0800

Gazing through a distance, as I pass through a trance.

I remember those chains, heavy shackles of the past.

Hundreds of hindrances, thousands of obstacles.

There was no freedom.

Like a bird caged for life, I was doomed for eternity.

Lo and behold! There it was!

The thing I was longing for.

The light for my blinded sight. The key for my sealed labyrinth.

My last hope.

It came to me, like a bolt of lightning.

At once, all was gone.

The pain, the miseries, the burdens. Everything was gone.

Gone, as if they were never there.

At once, I took my chance.

A chance for change. Reform. Transfiguration. Metanoia.

And there was I, standing at the edge of a rainbow.

Clothed in the light and warmth of day.

With wings a white as the clouds; as smooth as fine silk.

To this day, I do not regret a single thing.

For the light came and freed me from oppression.

And I seized the moment as it passed me by.

The Nihilist

Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:34:00 +0800

Nothing lasts forever.

Not even gold or silver.

Metal rusts and plants wither.

Over time, all shall sunder.

With poignant words, some shall fall.

To others, affection is all.

To sin all shall submit.

Betrayal; few may admit.

A dagger through the hearts of many.

Sorrow; I assure there will be.

Nothing lasts forever.

I do know it is true.

Now, can you tell me that,

in your humble opinion,

did i tell the truth or not?

Stargazer

Sat, 12 Mar 2011 18:13:00 +0800

Let me stare at you with awidened eyes.

Let me marvel upon your beauty and shine.

let me express my love in a thousand ways.

Because after this night ends,

I may never see you again.

Lull me to sleep with you voice in the silence.

Hush me up and heal all my bitterness.

Cuddle me in your arms; never let me go.

Take me away in a thousand ways.

Because after this night ends,

I may never see you again.

Alas! Dawn is almost here.

Oh, my dearest love, it is sad that we must part.

But, before I leave, let me confess this feeling.

Never take it lightly, for I have practiced saying it perfectly.

I love you, my dear.

The Other Beatitudes

Sat, 15 Jan 2011 21:18:00 +0800

Blessed are the blind. For they shall see God.

Blessed are the deaf. For they shall hear His mighty voice.

Blessed are the mute. They shall converse with Him freely.

Blessed are the lame. They shall run with Him in His vast, open fields.

Blessed are the aged. They will be forever young in His eyes.

Blessed are the neglected. For they will be His priority.

Blessed are these people. For whatever they lack on earth,

shall be given unto them in heaven.

"Being in the intelligence, the most painful thing in the world is knowing nothing; when you have a..."

Sun, 31 Oct 2010 13:47:02 +0800

“Being in the intelligence, the most painful thing in the world is knowing nothing; when you have a situation you begin not to understand. Because it is not the enemy you see that gets you, it’s the one that you don’t.”

- Michael Westen, Burn Notice

"What must be defended is inevitably lost. You will know despair and emptiness. But remember,..."

Tue, 21 Sep 2010 22:43:20 +0800

“What must be defended is inevitably lost. You will know despair and emptiness. But remember, surrender to despair, and you will be no more than a pathetic dog. Never cast away hope and live on with pride. Don’t ever become like me.”

- Judge Gabranth of Final Fantasy: Dissidia

I am a serial killer.. lol :D

Sun, 19 Sep 2010 17:03:34 +0800

Well, this is awkward.. lol

Hello guys, it’s my first ever post in tumblr. I’m kinda new here and its quite creepy at new environment so I’m going to spend more time in blending in because I’m quite the forum style in writing so please bear with my English skills. :D

Well, that’s about it for now, I hope you visit my little haven once in a while, I’ll be posting as much as I can..

xiao.. :D

"Its so fluffy, I’m gonna die!"

Sun, 19 Sep 2010 16:14:05 +0800

“Its so fluffy, I’m gonna die!”

- Agnes of Despicable Me