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Sunday, September 25, 2005

Stars detonate, the universe splits in two

And Apprentice Esau aches for his

Childhood friend, Angie, in wild pursue

 

The weather man’s forecast

 

A Saturday.

The day was drowned by the leaking tap above.

Mr. Sunshine was hiding behind the curtain of clouds.

Too shy for his solo performance.

Little did the villagers of Lutheran know,

it was a spell cast by a witch.

An effort to ruin a girl’s day.

 

Her name’s Angie

 

The girl is Angie.

Trapped in her cell.

The witch’s little servant.

Like a dove in a vulture’s nest.

 

Angie’s master – Witch Sitiblanco

The kingdom’s most powerful and malevolent one.

Others carry brooms, for her a red umbrella.

A gadget to lure young girls – like Angie.

Sitiblanco’s best capture since last century.

 

Witch’s residence

 

Her day begins @ 6

The chores are endless

like an ever pouring waterfall

From the dusting to the wiping

Everyday, an alien room appears.

Angie lost count.

Lost in the vast sea of doors.

Connected by a labyrinth of corridors

Rest is assured when the owl calls.

 

A Lake Separates

 

Esau.

Gathering his new trade.

Alone and away.

Parted by a reservoir.

Water surrenders,

Frozen floor emerges.

Miles off Lutheran.

 

Skating on this big ice cube

A tradition of Angie’s seemingly endangered.

 

It’s Esau new playground.

Esau learn to breathe like Wizard Al Dente

The great sorcerer

Under his mentor’s watchful eyes.

 

Playing with Fire

 

Everyone has a weakness.

Angie’s master included.

For Witch Sitiblanco,

The sight of fireworks.

 

Esau picks his tricks swiftly,

but none as tricky as the fireworks casting.

The spell reads “Numero Ignis Sparko”

Thoughts of happiness is required,

with a torch of light.

Triggered with a firefly.

 

Journey across the ice rink

 

Time: 06 Hundred Hours

Destination: Castle off the tulips garden.

There the little girl awaits,

For the boy who have mastered the art of ignis.

 

He made his move.

In his mind

The end of Angie’s misery.

That fasten his steps.

Edging closer to the one he aches.

 

 At Destination

 

The cold grey wall stood before him

Hunting for a crack to get behind the wall.

He found one!!!

Escaping attention of the cyclops sentries.

Elevates himself up to the window,

where she lays beneath the covers.

Waiting

 

There is nothing between them now

Their hands connect

Fleeing from Sitiblanco and the misery.

 

But Witch Sitiblanco is too sly.

Day one, she had a bug attached to Angie.

It alerted Sitiblanco as the couple crossed the boundary.

Into the dark woods

 

The face off

 

Esau confronts Sitiblanco

Stand off

With the thoughts of Angie safe in his arms,

Esau draws his firefly and shouted

“Numero Ignis Sparko”!!!

 

Stardust explodes

Pyrotechnics came shooting from the ground

In which the childhood friends stood.

Techni-colours flew up into the barren dark sky

Beautiful beyond comprehension

 

Esau could smell the smoke,

and the scent that lingers from Angie’s hair.

 

The fireworks frighten Sitiblanco

The fireworks brighten Angie

A forgotten smile on her visage

 

Recapture

 

The fireworks momentarily ward off Sitiblanco

Her wand elicits her iniquity group of associates.

They caught up

A handful that Esau can’t handle

He was hurt

Angie recaptured

 

A lonely heart returns across the icy lake.

 

to be continued… …

 

|a marginal fiction writer|

 

 


Thursday, August 11, 2005

Stagnantly|Vigorous

 

I’m not sure if this break will do me all good. Sometimes, I have come to the point where I feel numb, wandering into a state whereby I’m going through a motion. An emotion that I disgust. I like to work on something, have an aim that I can work upon. I don’t like to float. And I being ridiculously ironic will certainly missed this time of bumming when I’m 9-11(or later). But deep down inside of me, I think the reason why I don’t like bumming is because of the lack of money and the lack of activity partners during the weekdays. Never mind, right now I have something to look forward to at the end of the month. My own black VTI chin zhao. I’m contended for now…


Saturday, July 23, 2005

|oH Story|nEu chApter|

 

Erasing the dust off my shoe boxes and belongings in a tiny room at monash 2/20, looking through the many photos, cards & other items, fond and unpleasant memories plays through my head like a manic video player. I think everyone should make it a point to mass clean their room every year. Enables to make you evaluate n reflect the events that had occurred during the year. It works for me. The so many seasons that have past, hopefully strengthens me and groomed me as I expected. The me 3 years ago n the me currently definitely has grown wiser. No doubt. I have learnt to appreciate so many good things in life n those that I have neglected in the past. There are so many things in Perth that I wish I can carry it back home; the priceless friendships and weather (ha!). Not to mention those that I want to leave it behind. It has been an eventful 3 years. I have come to the point whereby I’m like a child, waiting to open his Christmas present seating under the tree. A gush of excitement yet the fear of disappointment anticipate. Most graduates will face this kind of mixed feelings. I didn’t manage to escape from it. The road ahead is almost a blur, uncertainty creeps in. I guess the best bet to do now is to chill n be patient.

 

Back home, a certain part of me seems to be alien to this homeland. Don’t know why, a novel feeling accompanies every time I come home from Perth. But it’s so much different this time round. I guess it’s because I know for certain that my undergraduate life has ended. My ‘actual’ adulthood journey has started to kick into motion. So many expectations n targets I have set for myself, yet I ponder if I could ever achieve any of them. ??? they seems to accompany most of the time now. One think for sure is, I want to spent time with my family more. More than ever. Basket, getting mushy here…ha. Anyone wants to hire me?

 

                      


Thursday, June 09, 2005

| left a mark |

 

Thank U for opening this door for me.

U made me realize how lives can be changed.

It will certainly be a part of me now

Continuing where U have begin- planting, sowing, harvesting

 

A present U’ve given me on my departure

A soul touched by U thru me

Let the healing rain falls down on us

Flood this almost forgotten territory

 

Thank u for allowing me to impact u

It left a mark in my heart

Mark my words, u are not forgotten

For I have acquainted your true sentiments

 

Let’s hold more hands

Enduring this long road jointly

Travelling won’t be bored anymore

The net of lands will prosper… …

 

| a marginal fiction writer |

 


Friday, May 13, 2005

|in need of nonchalance|

 

The inevitable has come. I knew it all along, just trying to diffuse it in my everyday. The perils of growing up, I have finally met its wrath. My mind is in desperate need of a rest. There use to be a period by the name of adolescence, when I can truly be worry free at times. When I can live by the day and not worry about tomorrow. The only things that can worry me are that my teachers won’t call up my parents for the truancy I displayed, or the lack of pocket money that my parents is providing me with. The time when I can be nonchalant about most things; NICE!!!  

 

But now, my mind is occupied with stuff that I don’t have to worry about previously. That’s how I define my moment of growing up. Too many things to think about. Oh well, this is the life that most of us have to go through. One mammoth package.

 

The only things I want to worry about is to choose between buying a SL55 or a M3, holidaying in Europe or Caribbean, staying in a penthouse with a view or a mansion with my own street soccer court, what presents to buy for my love ones… NICE!!!

 

::grant me a time machine::



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