That Drowning Angel

The night is blinking his starry eyes.

It is too dark to depict the days after tomorrow.

A group of drowning people are screaming their lungs out,

Wishing on the lucky stars to save their lives.

Since when did she crawl in between these people?

She spills out her sadness, chanting her agonies.

But the tears are dissolving inside the sea of sorrow in which she's in right now.

Struggling, but it makes her to sink even deeper.

She wants to breathe, it's painful there.

Could it be much better if she can look forward future?

Even if she turns everything around to be her enemies,

It's already too late.

She thought that she is strong, stronger than anyone else,

But tonight, she's all alone and frightened by the things that she lacks of.

It started to rain, lulling her into a slumber that she'll never get awake again.

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"Mom! Gina drowns the rabbit that you bought inside the bathtub with her other toys!"

Electrocuted by Election

The momentum of SPR is shaking the state of Hornbill.

Raged fanatics of government and opposition parties alike,

Chanting their vows of winning security,

Roaring their pledges of loyalty,

Devastating the beautiful meaning of democracy.

And I,

Standing on the forked road,

Gazing as far as I could through the roads, until they bench.

They're equally promising, contributing to a better future.

There're two choices to be made,

Measure your greediness in a weighing scale,

or rise your covetousness in a red rocket,

Pick blue and they''ll say you're not dreaming high,

Pick red and they'll say you're not being equitable.

Oh dear,

Regardless of which side you're on and whoever your political idols are,

please be mature in terms of actions and languages.

Don't leak your childishness to the public.

You may not know, other people are being ashamed of you,

for having someone like you in the society,

we won't feel the word DEVELOPMENT in Sarawak.

p/s: Selamat Mengundi...

Another guy...

There was one guy.

He was your lucky star, and he was your prince charming too.

That guy was your life.

You followed him like a shadow, loved him wholeheartedly.

You cried as you laughed when he was with you.

He was your angel and even devil too.

He made you his stooge and you knew,

but you kept silent.

Your heart was filled with scars and blisters.

And there were too many things in it,

that you can't even tell your best buddy.

And there is another guy,

He gazes at you from far away,

Whenever he takes one step closer,

You take 2 steps back.

He gives you smiles,

But he gets neglection.

He looks like a love beggar.

And you notice his desire,

But you turn away heartlessly.

He is a grumpy guy so he learns to be friendly.

And every weekends,

He sends you your favorite chocolates,

But will you love him back if he continues this way?

Flowers and Insect

"You're so mesmerizing,

colored with cunning orange, devilish red, snobbish yellow and deceiving purple.

Your smells are so attractive,

killing all the male bugs who fall into your stunning fragrance of death.

Your buds and petals are so pretty,

containing poisons that stop the loving heart from beating.

They said, be afraid.

You're a living monster, not as timid as you looked like.

They said, be aware.

You're a death angel, not as pure as white bride you may seemed."

Here come a post-morphed butterfly, astonishing patterns on his wings,

elegant tiny 6 legs he has, and unique long antennae on his forehead too.

Animal planet is totally reverse in human sense.

New to this treacherous world,

Little knowledge about life,

He stops on one of these beautiful flowers.

Drains the venomous sweet nectar.

Clings on the curly poison ivy.

Dances in the fatal spores.

Yet it's worth, according to him.

Slowly resting his wings on the petals,

closing his millions eyes in vain.

One more poor creature fall into their death grips,

Smiling away in the wind, they seek for another victim...

~Rebellious anxiety~

Long has been it shutting its mouth,

Shall another entry will enlighten the collapsing desire and the dull future,

Make it another fortnight before the nightmare is over.

Waving this joyful hand into the air,

Saying lovely beautiful words on the lips while curse deadly vulgar words in the cardio,

Nothing else matter, just can't wait to go forward into another dimension of living,

Which money doesn't speak that loud, where positions doesn't measure the happiness.

Just wait... and another waiting...

Will ensure you to a new heaven on earth, perhaps still linger with devils,

but then, a better life awaits for you...

P/s:

Busy... Busy... Busy... baa~ baa~ baa~

Like Quicksand~

It's all came to me like a Monday sunshine,

where life is a little bit easier without the word "ho".

And I have to update this post to keep myself 'alive'.

Slithering like a serpent among the thickness of the hectic bush,

I got myself a time to scratch on this living journal.

This time,

nothing much to write about, just wanna share about my life here,

whereby our toil, livelihood and brains are needed.

Developing a 'word' that defines itself as growing by improving but falling first to test the pain.

It is enough to be used to tell what happens to us.

Maybe not to be the best in life but a nourishing remedy to improve our competencies.

FYI, I am:

Used to be like a lazy fat buck in the pen,

but now like an energetic bold ram inside the ewe barn.

Used to be like an old stallion pulling a 4-person-loaded cart,

but now like a newborn pony running freely on the purple guinea grass field.

Used to be like the withering paddy straw in stacks,

but now like a 45 days old juicy Napier grass.

Used to be like a sour green passion fruit,

but now like a reddish ripen jambu air waiting for customers to munch it.

Life is about changing and improving,

if you can't change your policy about living a normal life,

then please change your attitude to your acquaintances.

For you never know, they might be a shield to your sharpened knife,

or they might even be a turtle in your fish pond.

Don't wait until the red dirt turns into quicksand.

or else you'll sink like the quicksand!

Das ist alles, und Gute Natch!

Out of the blue... in the morning...

It's been like almost half a year,

We are together but now,

My poor canon DSLR sleeps in his red insulated bag.

Remain untouched.

I glimpse at it once in a while but no intention to press his buttons.

Don't get me wrong, I love my "Camer", that's what I call it,

Just that time and conditions restricted me to do so.

I feel bad about it all the time.

I mean my gadgets are my life and they are my babies.

I did search on the net about new lenses, and eventually have some planning where my photo-life will go.

But then I guess this needs to wait for another while.

As I dug into my bags,

I saw two sketch books that I long forgotten.

One is for sketching systems or technologies that catch my eyes,

I did this so that I'll understand how they works, in terms of building my own theories about them.

Another one is for sketching miscellaneous things around me, for instance people, items and just anything that catch my eyes too.

But now the books are facing the same fate.

I just don't know why I'm always fail to manage my leisure life like other people.

I can't always do what I like the most. But then, I try to like the things that I'm doing now,

The paperwork, The plan, The personal research and not to forget, upcoming Industrial Training in another 2 days.

Wish me well all the time. Tata~

P/s: Wish all other FAsA frens and FKP seniors the best LI!!!