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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Space 78 Thank you for giving me space 78 It’s now my 2nd human day exploring it. It is a really nice, personal and really neat I hope I can keep it that way it is Thank you for giving me strength And stationing angels everywhere Planting corners with opportunities awaiting me I want to tread every path with more faith and trust Thank you for everything dear Lord <3 Xuf: tear-drop from the heaven'Sky » Monday, August 18, 2008 Destinasia The self-historical ¾ self-record Followed by the dodging of familiar By the avoidance of verbal contact To the evading of uncanny glances The delayed struggle to the legal issues 08/09—implications of a many Be it year be it day be it reversed The yet known preceding the outcomes Fumbling over the endless G-bytes Killing creativity and laziness—the BFFs From understanding the unknowns to accepting the pretentious-known Re-living an even longer stretch of hoax Coaxing back into the smoke and mirrors Back flips that took an interest Floor routines that inspired Capability, sweat and tears a flow Take an interest and go fro How so ever perfectly planned Is all but our entwined minds Weaving and unraveling the labyrinth And the self-played optical tricks that Made us think we were far-sighted, how silly Such outlandishly myopic that is inherent.. Consider the distance covered and overcame Even the longest marathons come to an end. At the very rooted spot, makes one wonder How did I reach here but Why? ~Denying reality and substituting your own is bad, Relentless and Irksome behavior is worse, Harassing is a crime~ Xuf: tear-drop from the heaven'Sky » Thursday, July 31, 2008 Inhaling the very I exhale— Frustration Frustrations is the very that I inhale in Rage and anger overtaking rationality Seeking Vengeances is no option The injustice would not be redressed Play the devil play the angel Emotional turmoil emotional comfort Disruptions and Disorders Organization and Order Frustrations is the very that I exhale out Persistence and perseverance reaching their limits Seeking understanding does not exist Any rebuttal would be turn to a deaf ear Every drop empties me out Every ounce drains me dry Eggs and baskets Trust and where to place Equilibriums and ratios Faith and how much left Smooth sail and I are distance relatives Iron out and I are merely acquaintance Hiccups and I seem inseparable Life and I have a lot of conflicts Set free my rigid mind For now the immediate road ahead is block Take a step back For there are so many paths waiting for me I know at the back of my mind the many options But I just like to go fro disregarding what's blocking I know I can either move away or perhaps a detour But I just like to push my luck, disregard and go fro I know I am annoying but I don't care (for now) P/S: I just bought a kukuxumusu note book "little red-ridding-hood kicking the balls of the wolf real hard". Well life is annoying, I am annoying and they are annoying (Esp. the freaking mgt that is making others suffer cuz of their inefficiency, laziness and crap management.) Xuf: tear-drop from the heaven'Sky » Thursday, July 24, 2008 OR gate Emptiness is sometime like the air breathe in Stale but odorless and fills the space just right Habitually everything goes on this way The exact same way now.. As if it were the most normal occurrence As if any change would disrupt the equilibrium As if helplessness to the situation was long destined As if everything had been this way since the beginning of time I'm locked in a silent dimension laughing at myself Everything I treasured, appreciates, wanted, longs and need Is making me choose, determine, select, decide and waver Every string of decisions leads to a losing path anyway Strange as it may sound but.. Why do we need to choose what we want to treasure and lose it all? Why do I have to determine what is to be appreciated and make the rest look depreciated? Why can't we have everything we want and yet ending up selecting what we don't? Why can't I long for the many and not be forced to decide on the few? And why do I waver in the face of my needs? These logics sound illogical Yet the illogical rule over No options of the take-all Choice is a dilemma, a chore, a privilege and My way of walking into my own trap.. Life is like an OR gate Everything or Nothing Maybe an AND gate Would solve all problems But the fact remains.. Maybe I should count my blessings.. For there are others who meet the NOR gates Xuf: tear-drop from the heaven'Sky » Thursday, June 26, 2008 BrouhahaHAHAHA My thinking swirl these days In many milky messy ways Everyone is just a puppet of other one In the process of ripping the other one Inadequacy Insecurity Layers of endless Emotionless logics There is nothing wrong with empty spaces Voids are merely continuation between fills The temptations of vicious cycles Perhaps too immense for resistance A soundless black hole The more begets the more The "norm" begets the "norm" "I am not ready", and for that very reason you are Refusal to join in Refusal to conform Emergence of pure peace Countless sudden interest, bombarding questions.. "So what is with all these brouhaha?" I pondered but no longer wonder When you reached the peak And thought you would be Over-joy and over-the-world You will come to Realized that you are On the peak of a bump At the bottom of the mountain A grain in the desert Overwhelmed with insignificance "Life is like mails, sometimes you get it sometimes you don't", how apt Xuf: tear-drop from the heaven'Sky » Tuesday, March 25, 2008 What is Right and What is Left Some things are better left in the brain And not written out right explicitly Not just about losing its gist Just that nothing would be left There is something very peculiar about the right and left In fact very often what is left does not justify what is right And what is right don’t give a complete picture of what is left Master left eye and master right hand Always half right and always get half of what is left? It’s actually quite justifying in logic Treading my path till now, And so often I lament that Lord above always give me what's left I dwell on self-pity and tried to make the best of what is left And Lord above taught me and gave me the chance to make it right Strange how life don’t always give us what we want But many will eventually get something even better What lies ahead? Counting days make me shiver and quiver Would the grass and trees lead me there? Would my hunger ever be fed? I made many decisions which I yet regret I feel that I am right in these decisions But when I look at what I am left with I can’t help but to ponder and wonder Is there any rightness with what I am left with? And without the so-called right would I be left with more? The knowing keep chasing me no matter where I went And the wisdom of a fool will never set me free I'm such a fool who can’t tell the right from the left I'm such a fool who feels right looking at what's left I'm such a fool who left for what I felt was right I'm such a fool... PS: I may be a fool who did nothing right and have nothing left But my mum embraced my fragility She made me feel like I can breathe again. Without you, nothing will matter. Thank you. i <3 you (She don’t read my blog but she deserves a place more than anything) Xuf: tear-drop from the heaven'Sky » Wednesday, January 09, 2008 What Lies Ahead, I wonder.. I love, treasure and hope.. Forgive me for not being there Forgive me when I'm pre-occupied Forgive me for not attending I don't want to find excuses.. 1. for needing to spend time to rest and sleep and being sick all the time 2. for leaving no room due to my work studies and other personal matters other things that i prefer not bring up 3. many things that others don't understand for locking-up but i don't have the keys either Sorry to all if.. Drifting was inevitable Disappearance was undesirable Cut off was the restore taken And I was totally heart-broken I'm sorry if.. I'm so easy misunderstood I feel so held back By everything I did Which I can't explain either I wonder.. How lord above choose who to meet who And who to cross the paths of who else I wonder.. What happens after all the paper chase? And what happens after long rat races? Too much time to ponder about all these It breaks everything down so much so that Everything seems meaningless and wasted It scares me to see things so naked.. I wonder a lot.. What's the point.. I wonder.. It is just that.. I lay awake and tickle off I can seen through everything But I can't stop living either I can't put down myself and leave What is the meaning of life? What am I here for? There is so much I want to know But so what even if I found out? Will the truth set me free? What am I really seeking? Questions with more questions With no answers to anything It's endless. I don't know how things are meant to be Probably I will never know anyway If I made one mistake It would be chasing the desperate dream I started out wanting my life perfect But the process is messy and complex Making everything more desperate Please.. Set me free from the entanglements in my brain Let me see that everything will fall into place I want my empty nut-shell head back But more thoughts just kept flowing in I feel so alone in my brain Dwindling in my own thoughts Xuf: tear-drop from the heaven'Sky » |