Friday, December 4, 2009
Mythology
I wish I could come back to you Once again feel the rain Falling inside me Cleaning all that I've becomeA personification of mischief, a modern day mortal Loki straying destructively into the lives of others. The proverbial spanner in the likewise perfect cogs of life. Damned to abject sorrow and isolation away from the average commoner for fear of a detrimental downspiral in their shitty lives. How apt, Loki the shape shifting stormy petrel of calamity. Sounds like me eh?
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Aphrodite's Lust
Mammon's Oath of luxury. To have what you never deserved, to have more than you ever needed. Has anyone looked at the stars and seen the subtle messages from the Gods? Was the Little Dipper really that little? Fall pray to the Sirens of the high seas and succumb to the lure of their voices and the lust of your loins, and live by your primal desires. Teenage limerence is such a powerful force.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Find someone make my heavy heart light
Where is your resolve? Darker and darker, a detrimental down spiral to hell
Thursday, November 26, 2009
What if i died yesterday?
A harrowing brush with death. Due to much negligence on my part and rash assumptions, I put myself on collision course with a lorry and escaped with minor harm. If not for the lorry driver's agile reflexes and a strange inexplicable hesitation of steps, I would have fared much worse. Incidentally, the lorry screeched to a halt after friction burning away the very tip of my nose and knocking my left shoulder askew. It's only until today a realized how debilitating shock can be. When even self preservation slips from your mind, all you do there is stare numbly with zero brain activity. I must overcome that fearsome Achilles Tendon. Why didn't it hit me and i died
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
While your lips are still red
Sweet little words made for silence Not talk Young heart for love Not heartache Dark hair for catching the wind Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still red While he`s still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool Drown into eyes while they`re still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back A passionate hour`s never a wasted one The violin, the poet`s hand, Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red While he`s still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool Drown into eyes while they`re still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
Friday, November 20, 2009
A knight on a quest
Leaders lead the weak. Weak being the indecisive donuts who dabble in circular logic. Those who cease their cerebral sovereignty and allow themselves to be herded like troglodytes, given directions where to turn and allow others in perpetual control of their actions. They have forsaken the blessing of free will and thus become conformist, subjugating their creativity to the box, subscribing to the Herd mentality. Have some backbone and control your own life, and step fate in it's face hard.
And as an eye opener, I ventured to an area near a river where the PSI was nearly 1 over 0, and i virtually walked into a nicotine smog so dense i bounced off. Reminder? Never attempt clubbing again. Gyrating bodies and a pulse resetting base beat do not appeal to me.
Love songs sucks and fairytales aren't true. Fuck, I hate happy endings.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Stab me fifty fuckin' times
My labile emotions and detrimental down spiral. Gone were the ludic times when we could innocently hang out together and tear the class apart with our charm and wit. The brevity of such enjoyable times are exponential in value, and as time elapse, memories fade like prints in the sand. Though stored in the deep recesses of white matter, when not summoned from its dusty shelve, it tend to remain there, and we forget of its existence. As we stride forth in our solidarity path of individual lives, actions and coincidences often jerks these highly valued and terribly missed images to mind.
I've grown weary of optimism. As much as I'd like to prance about along my day, indulging in a nimiety of chimerical happiness and rash assumption that nothing can go wrong. Or if it did, fanatically striving to believe that wrongs would right itself, and the path is always deceptively flat obstacle free. There's a certain stupidity enclosed in being blindly optimistic. I shed that now. Strange that life mellows even the most determined and persevering. It's not that we've given up on lives( though evidence and experience tells us otherwise), we've decided to be more of a realist than a naive dreamer.
Another irksome affair, is the constant descent and degradation of my attitude and my self esteem. As ebullient as i previously was, I've steadily become more a passive background than your proactive foreground. Simultaneously with my entrance to TJ, I'm slowly drifting away from all my friends. I'm under heavy flak from all sides, and i feel isolated and somewhat divorced from the previous overflowing companionship i took for granted. I've been more in touch with the maverick streak hidden in me, as well as a cimmerian side of my aphotic obsessions.
Halt everything, and reflect and balance the Amaranth-like negativities and the transient positives.
There's this X-factor in bleeding and screaming until your veins collapse that somewhat appeals to me suddenly.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Under Zero
From today henceforth, I've been baptized a true blue cynic. It's almost liberating, to eye everyone with doubt and to assume them an asshole until proven otherwise. A nescience to their ulterior motives would prove to be a major handicap that can only be countered with cynicism and skepticism. Smarting from remarks I dearly wanted to rebut, but held back foolishly, I vow to insult first and explain later. Very much like the satire child i was back then.
Embrace cynicism, the new religion to take over this world. The antithesis of trust and faith.
Deciding to be nice today doesn't make the people yesterday you blew off any better. I'd thought it would be impartial to have the same stringent screening process, but maybe some have theirs easy.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Zero
and out of 100. And that i should have said in your faces. It sickens me, really. To meet such twofaced, uncaring and misguided people in TJ.Firstly, you were working behind time. So you all were fucking assuming that EVERYONE will clear their entire days schedule just for you. YOU had the cheek to not apologize for running late. Well, It's ok! It's not your life you're interfering with, It's mine. Not only that, you don't stoop only that low. Posting a blatant lie on the board for school leaders, by school leaders. What has this institution fallen to, even i can't begin to comprehend. Audition and interview's spelling is miles apart, and so are their meanings. Of course, it may be typed in intentionally! But then, I thought all school leaders were relatively more trustworthy than your average students. Whoops-a-Daisie. Maybe not. Really, People like you generate cynics like me. I like it when we thought of the worse possible, and we discarded it in good faith. Then we stepped through those doors for baptism by fire. Then we come out, vowing never to be that stupid, that gullible, that feckless fool. We thought some people had limits. We thought wrong. Definitely a good thing to assume guilty until proven innocent. I never expected student leaders to embrace lies and deceit, and still be entrusted to lead students. The rationale must be way beyond normal human ken. And speaking of rationale, also beyond the ken of normal human beings (may I'm not normal, so was anyone else ATTEMPTING to ASPIRE to be an OGL, Oh those poor deluded souls), the rationale of the "screening process" was moot. I don't see how engaging in quiditties such as acting enthusiastic is going to convince anyone the authenticity of your enthusiasm. And I assume the snide, satire remarks prompt an enthusiastic response as well. So were the derisive and pernicious attempts to make us entertain you. Firstly, if you wanted entertainment, hire yourself a clown, or whatever you deem fit. How would anyone have the velleity to entertain a bunch whom probably wouldn’t appreciate it. Enthusiasm can’t be forced. It just isn’t one of the things that you replicate through a friendly demeanor and a pseudo-bubbly facade. Or maybe it’s the outré culture of this institution, where intelligence can be faked as well. Those actions were invidious, I’m disgusted. How does forcing someone to participate in Orientation benefit you? What the hell. Give them a thought, they may not have made it into their school of choice, and are here unwillingly, awaiting the appeal results into their preferred institution. And this crack laden, high hippie from Loser College ask you to stop being emo and queue for more “Ignite the infinite” (Condescension dripping into a container to be distilled)? Response? Shut the fuck up, and get the fuck out of my way. If VJ’s cheers were that nice, and if you were fucking qualified to go there, then get the fuck out of this place of which you already classify as a second rate institution. OGMs don’t want to be here. That’s beyond our hands. Orientation does not give them a feel of our culture anyway. Like there’s much of a culture, mugging till your fucking ass splits. How would you jerk them out of their misery by intruding like bacteria into a body? Being appointed a student leader doesn’t mean you treat those aspiring to be OGLs like fucking trash. It’s only a title that bestows special authority to you, to better enable you to carry out your service to the college. I don’t think it gives you the right to interrogate anyone who would be helping you in future with such utter disrespect. What is the rationale behind attacking at one’s ego and eating up whatever little self esteem they have? You do not have to be a student leader to serve the college. Anyone can serve the college. Striving to keep the college clean is service to the college, keeping up with your studies is serving the college. Don’t get so full of yourself. Just because you are from any committee, doesn’t mean everyone voted for you. Why discourage those who want to help you? Only a troglodyte would intimidate their customers away. Oh, then again, they could probably run any event well enough, seeing that you are so fucking awesome in all that you do. Maybe what pissed me off was how easily you all could push friendship aside for such motives, and with such cold ruthlessness that I actually believed in. What’s the point of saying sorry after doing that? Saying sorry after slapping someone intentionally is a fucking lie. Don’t say anything you don’t mean. Japan apologized for their mass murder of Chinese in Nanjing, but none was forgiven. Don’t apologize. Instead, reflect on what is most important. I wouldn’t treat a friend so coldly even if I had to. But that me, friendship is subjective, and holds different values for everyone. Or maybe we aren’t that close. Fine by me. If you were truly sorry, you wouldn’t have done that to anyone. But then again, what was I to expect. With everyone coming of different morals and perceptions, it would be hard to instill a certain mission or principal in them. Maybe growing up in a mission school and believing in what SJI inculcated, to be a man of others. Schooling in TJ has really diminished much of my enthusiasm to live up the ideals of a true Josephian, but I still hold on to them desperately. It has become one of the ever ephemeral things I can still believe in at my down times. A certain naivety plagues me as well. I forgot TJ is not congruent to SJI, and just because SJI camps were fun filled and anyone with an intention to help could enlist and be embraced into the brotherhood of our community. The commitment, drive and spirit of being a man for others just flowed naturally and seamlessly as we strive to pull off an unforgettable Sec 1 orientation camp. This sure does bring back memories.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Soul Searching
Strangely nonchalant, I have been. Knowing myself i will tend to feel vaguely insecure toward the end.
An aberrant despair grips me. A heavy sadness, weighing me down.
Why can't life be a fairytale?
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