On updating...and new nonsense

Yeah, i've neglected my blog. It's a good thing that i'm mostly addressing a non-existing audience. The reason why i don't blog as much is because i'm trying to find the best thing to blog about. A blog is usually about yr everyday life but i don't really like to do that because i just feel uncomfortable putting up my daily life for ppl to see. It's ...exposing. I don't have anything to hide, but I like privacy.

When I do have a certain event that i think i can write about, it ends up sounding very crappy. So i shove it aside and by the time i perfect it, the event was probably months ago (Perfection and procrastination....remember my personality thing? That's why I don't get a lot of things done on time)

But are you really interested in my life? Let me know. Oh....i just remembered - the rat disection videos. Gosh. Ok, next time then. Check my older posts if you have no idea what i'm talking about.

Anyway, here is something that i wrote out spontaneously. It's a very short and very rough sketch of what I aiming at. Can you understand what i'm trying to say?

Feedback and add-ons are welcome, plagiarizing is not.

(That was an awful introduction. But if I don't put that up, I never will update my blog. Man my writing/blogging/grammar/stuff is crappy. I'll stop now. Enjoy...or not.=\)

Never Enough

I watched the contents of it disappear, swirling in a cleansing flow down the hole that was a mouth. Placed back on my feet again I felt empty, drained.

A few moments passed. I began to feel dry. The remaining dregs stuck clung to me in a stick mess. It was an uncomfortable sensation. If I could, I would squirm. As usual, I tried to think of other things to distract myself from feeling. From knowing.

Because somehow, I feel as if, I'm not supposed to feel. Or to know.

I do anyway. Fate has made it so. If I could feel more, perhaps my...existence would be of more worth. But again, Fate has other ideas. It's always the same feeling: being filled, drenched with heat or with cold, then being slowly emptied.

Being filled and being emptied.

Pause. Wait. Repeat. And again.

Amidst all this sameness, this routine, I began to feel something else. I began to feel desire. Longing. Because this existence isn't enough for me.

And perhaps with all this endless longing, I began to imagine other things. Someone, something, caressing me, warm fingers tingling me as I'm drawn into a strange embrace.

Imagination? Hallucinating? Or reality? I can't say.

Despite these new sensations......somehow, I feel as if I've lost instead of gained. Because now I long for more than those gentle embraces, I want more than just the pleasant breath against me.

It wasn't enough for me. I rather not feel at all.

I wait a few more moments. Sure enough, I'm once again lifted up with those warm fingers. I float in air for awhile, and then I am filled, filled to the full. Seconds later I'm back on my feet.

I am full, but still empty.



It's not good enough I know. I'll try again some other time (hopefully the "some other time" doesn't mean never).

Coney The Redominator - part 2

Hello, here is the second part =)

If some of you are wondering why this is more nonsensical (and cheesy, *ahem ahem hint hint to a certain someone*) than my other stuff, it's really because it started on a whim, and i've yet to perfect it. Besides, "a little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest of men".

The majority of this part was written by Shaphan, btw.

The sun was high when Coney finally emerged from his cozy little burrow. Carrying only a bindle made from a nearby tree branch and his Avatar printed comforter. He made his way onto the narrow rabbit trail which lead to a vast world of adventure and re-domination of his kin.

It was a bright and lovely morning. With an atmosphere enhanced by chirping of the birds flying round and round, diving in and out of the high trees. Little Coney, enjoying the wonderful view of the rising sun together with the graceful movements of the birds was happily striding along the path when suddenly a bone-chilling screech was heard from atop the trees.

"Gawkk!!" came the strident sound of a falcon aloft the trees. Coney looked up incredulously. Fear crept up his tiny vertebrae. Coney's eyes darted desperately around, looking for some shelter to hide in.

Fortunately, the Gods of Happy Carrot Ground found it an auspicious moment to spare the life of little Coney. The rabbit's eyes caught hold of a hollow in a gargantuan oak tree. Not much, but plenty of room for camouflage. Little Coney dashed towards what was his only hope of survival.

The wings of the falcon fluttered over his head, its shadow formed a dark shade over Coney. He shivered. "What now??" he thought.

THUMP! LUMP! Down came the falcon on to his head like a tennis ball covered in feathers.

“AUGHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Coney.

“ACCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!” screeched the falcon. It sprang up and began advancing menacingly towards Coney.

"Please don't eat me...I taste terrible," whimpered Coney.

"Ah'm ain't a-listening! Ya sure will taste darrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnn gud!"

Despite himself, Coney cocked one of his ears. He had never heard a falcon speak, and more importantly, he had never heard anyone ever speak so terribly.

"You will get stomach-ache," he declared, and fervently hoped so.

Surprisingly, the falcon paused and looked nervous.

"No, shan't shan't get no tummy jigglies. no no.."

"Yes, you will. Your stomach will wobble like jell-o"

The falcon gave a moan and stopped in his tracks. "Dangnabbit my stomachy problems. Cabbages stink my intestines. I hash no...." and here he sniffed audibly. "I hash no proper falcon stomachies. I am no falcon."

"You're not a falcon?" Coney asked hopefully.

The falcon flashed a very falcon-ish glare. "Howsh saysh you my lunch saysh that! I am a FALCON! ACK!"

"But...." he said sadly. "My stomachies aren't meat yum-yum. They dun yum-yum rabbitsh. I am not a falcon....in my stomach"

Coney sat up straight at this perfect sentence.

"That's my mamash stuff to me. I no falon stomachies. I am a....." he paused and squinted. "a....veggie falcy. I no eat rabbitsh. Tries I must, or no falcy frensh I ish. But ish can't!"

The falcon looked like it was going to cry.

Coney, startled at the falcon's conduct, saw an opportunity opening. Could this be what has been destined for me? Coney thought to himself. He wasted no more precious bunny seconds and decided to take advantage of the situation.

"Now now. Don't cry," pleaded Coney, "It’s okay not to be the way you should be."

"Oh yea?" replied the falcon between tears.

"Yea! Like my mummy used to say, thou shalt not judge..." Coney's squeaky voice trailed off as the sweet memories of his late mother came back to him. He had great time with her, up till her demise during their visit to Coney Island. It was a traumatic experience for him.

"Erhm.." Coney cleared his throat, "As I was saying," he continued, "It’s okay to be who you are. After all. We are who we are."

The falcon looked at Coney indifferently.

Coney pressed on hurriedly. "Besides, who says you need to eat rabbits to be a falcon, eh? Maybe you got such a strong stomach, you can only eat......mountain lions! And bears! Big fat juicy bears! I think that's just what you need!"

"Me ishy stomach strongeryish?" questioned the falcon skeptically.

"Yeah! Say, you know what, I think I know where to get you some mountain lion!...why not you tag along?" invited Coney, stunned at his own words. I must have lost my mind, he thought. Oh well, I suppose he can protect me, if he doesn’t eat me first. And he should learn proper grammar.

"Yayness! I foooollow the lunch!"

Oh dear, sighed Coney. I am a fool.

Slowly, he turned his nose west and sniffed.

"I think our journey begins here...."

To be continued.....(if you want it to)

I'm alive!

There have been rumors circulating that i have been abducted by aliens. I'm here to inform you that those rumors are simply NOT TRUE.

I was NOT abducted. It was an exchange program! I went with three others to be exposed to the cultures of various alien species from several galaxies. Unfortunately out of the three I was the only one who returned unscathed....the others could not handle all the weirdness. I did managed to purchase a lightsaber as a souvenir though.

Also, if you believe the story above, then you are weirder than me.

=)

Ok, back to the mundane things now.

STPM is over, I'm here, alive. Somewhat. It wasn't quick, certainly not easy, and sadly not painless. But it's over.

What's going on now?

A whole lot of concerned people are asking me what's next....which is sweet of them but it's also getting really tiresome. I think I should hang a signboard around my neck or something.

Right now, I am on holiday, and I don't really want to speculate the future. I'm not clueless about it, but neither do I want to just bounce off to it. I think I want some time off to think. But when I'm in a more talkative mood, I'll post something here.

But for those who are just DYING from curiosity, here is my general holiday plans:

1. Christmas dinner

2. Clean room

3. Read

4. Write

5. Back to the piano stool

6. Work

7. Check out universities

8. Exercise

9. Some tv

You see? It's very boring. What else do you think I'd do, go and fly with dragons or something? I might try shopping again, so that would be mildly entertaining. But I doubt it.

Happy holidays, and Blessed Christmas! Maybe if i have the time, I'd post something about it here. =)

In the meantime, be glad or be very afraid....for I am back. Muahahahaha.

Coney the Redominator - part 1

(This is something Shaphan - a friend of mine- and i came up with. I thought i put it up here to see how you'd enjoy it. Hopefully, we'd be able to crack our brains and continue this.)

Oh...which are his, and which are mine? haha...figure that out yourself!

It was a cold night. Little rain droplets falling slowy giving a slight shower overhead like that of sprinklers in the garden. Besides the brawling of the stray cats in the backyard, nothing would have interupted the serenity and tranquility of the night.

Little Coney was lying cuddled up in the warmth of his Avatar comforter. Wide-eyed, he was aspiring to be many things. A writer. A prodigy pianist. Or something more. Something desired by most of the pathethic entities in the world. World domination.......

..................had already been accomplished by the great Bluepaw, a pure white hare with a blue right paw. The green and blue world known as Earth was theirs; there was no world that the rabbits and their cousins did not dominate. Little Coney sighed and snuggled back into his comforter. Perhaps he can be an Explorer instead of a Conquerer. Maybe there are other worlds out there...

Suddenly, a flash of white light shone into his eyes. Startled, he sprang up, his ears erect, his nose quivering. He saw a figure right outside his burrow. Our brave hero shook of his comforter and ran to face it. Wonder of wonders, it was Bluepaw the Dominator.

Coney lay himself so flat that the tips of his ears touched the ground. ‘G..greeting, my liege”

“No fear, my little Coney,” laughed Bluepaw. “I am not longer thy liege. I have passed to the happy carrot ground”

“You’re a ghost!?” gasped Coney, and trembled despite himself.

“That is for you decide. But I mean thee no harm. I have only a special task for thee.”

“Me?” squeaked Coney.

“Yes, thee! Cease thy pointless questionings. This floating-in-the-air act takes a great amount of strength. I do not have much time. Our world,” she said gravely, “is overrun. Our dominion here on earth is threatened.”

“But I thought we lived in peace and prosperity.”

“No longer. The humans no longer serve us. They have fallen to other creatures: cats and hamsters and parrots and dogs! They no longer pamper us. We are no longer their Pets. Pah! I am disgusted by them. Serving smelly dogs! A disgrace! You must stop this. We must become their Pets once again!”

“What shall I do?”

“Leave thy burrow and go forth into the world. Thou shalt face thy destiny.”

“But what is my destiny?”

“Re-dominate Earth!” So saying this, she vanished. And Little Coney’s destiny was destined: He was now Coney the Re-dominator.

The sun was high when Coney ……(to be continued)

First Impressions

It was the first day of school. A simple, plain-looking bespectacled girl peered into a classroom full of noisy students. Widening her eyes, she quickly whipped out of sight and leaned against the wall, wincing in trepidation, as if the sight of her peers were not quite to her liking. After a few moments, she nervously entered her new classroom and sat in a far corner, fiddling around with the straps on her bag to avoid looking at the other students in class. She was annoyed at the strangeness of everything, of having to be alone yet again, with no one to talk to. She was also apprehensive about having to make new friends all over again, just after one short year. Not to mention, having to somehow make friends with these people who probably had twice the amount of her IQ.

A few moments later, a hyperactive, bouncy (really, there’s no other word for it) boy in prefect uniform, er, bounced in. With a shock of thick black hair, and cheerful bright eyes, he had the look of someone who could be comfortable even in a hurricane. He surveyed the class eagerly, bellowed a greeting to some of his friends, and er, bounced (again) into an empty seat, directly in front of this girl, who was setting her eyes firmly on her book and deliberately avoiding all curious eyes, including (and especially) this purple blur staring down at her.

“Hello!” he grinned at her, positively delighted.

What kind of fellow addresses a stranger? She raised an eyebrow and stared at him, but made no reply.

“Are you new here?” he asked, flashing his set of gleaming white teeth, which complemented his sparkling eyes.

Her eyebrows were raised even higher; after a pause, she nodded silently.

“Cool!” was his reply, as if that was the best thing he ever heard, but he was beginning to raise his eyebrows too. Silence made him uncomfortable.

“Well erm, what are you reading? Is that a book?” Obviously it is, he thought to himself. What a question.

Obviously it is, she thought as she pressed her lips together. Was he making fun of her? What kind of question is that? Nevertheless, she consented to show him the title. He peered at it for a moment.

“That’s nice. What’s your name? I haven’t seen you before. What class were you from last year?”

She sighed. Here goes everything.

“I’m ____, from 1 Melur last year. Afternoon session.”

Go ahead, she thought dryly. Laugh. Think me an idiot, you brilliant have-Einstein’s-IQ- people.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. No wonder she’s so quiet. He hitched his grin back on his face to welcome her. “Well, hi! I’m ___. Looks like I’ll be sitting in front of you this year. You don’t mind, right?”

Surprised at the lack of any form of disapproval, she frowned heavily at him with suspicion. You’re so tall, isn’t it obvious you’ll be blocking my view? But she managed to shake her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Alright, cool! Er….well, have a great day!” he said as he stared at her oddly. Then he turned away to more friendly people. Stuck up, arrogant snob, he concluded.

She followed him with her eyes as he bounded away. She probably didn’t make a good impression. Ah well, she pressed her spectacles firmly against her nose and turned back to her book. What a talkative, insane boy.



Years later, they look back together and laugh, because they became best of friends.



This is to the talkative, insane, brilliant boy. I’m glad my first impression didn’t stop you.

Many happy returns, God bless =)

Nerds of the World Unite!

I am an absolute nerd you see,

highly disciplined and never lazy.

Will never forget to study a chapter a day,

Heaven forbid I skip, I'll always find a way.

Ever and anon you'll hear my war cry,

"I am a nerd! A full-fledged nerd am I!"

I am a nerd 'till the day I die,

will get my As, my exam colours fly.

Self motivation, indeed. =.=

Undesired desire

Don’t leave me don’t go, I say
Even so, I push you away shove you out…hard.
No; out you go, never again, out and
don’t ever come back…ever.

But wait, stop, I clutch you
come back, come back…just awhile more.
Then you can leave, I’ll let you
No I’ll make you…right Now.

Please? I beg. Please?
Let’s have him, oh please once…again.
Let us let him linger a little longer
I want you oh the ache it hurts…so bad.

No. Never.

Yes…please?

You can’t. No. Get out, leave
me alone, just leave now go away…I hate you.
Look at what you’ve done this is your fault, look
what you’ve done what you’re doing…to me!

and yet
come please stay…a little longer.
One last time, stay and wait
Forever and forever…with me.

No no no you don’t! Can’t!
You destroy me it’s killing me…Leave!
“How can I?” you finally laugh a reply
“You made me, I am forever…in your mind.”

note: Just an idea i'm playing around with. I am not schizo. Psycho..maybe. Corny title...unfortunate