euu typedd*:
blog
(Monday, April 6, 2009-)
+7:11 AM]*
# The Annals of Elinghunt - The Nascence-
(Elinghunt, a young student, an innocent teenager. He is to be the choosen one, he is to be the one the world will depend on. But for now, he is weak and vulnerable. I need him. It is in the prophecies. )
Elinghunt, trembling as he gripped the Bible. He wanted to call for help, but there was no one. He had no parents, no friends and no relatives. There were more and more questions, but the world offered no answers.
"Help!"
Elinghunt's desperate call was ignored. Cruel to many, but lightly put in context, the world had ignored Elinghunt ever since he was born. To Elinghunt, the world hates him. On the contrary, there was no hatred coming from Elinghunt. There was no one he could blame.
The black columns of smoke continued rising from all around him. Forms of limbs, claws, distorted faces slowly appeared. It was certain to Elinghunt that all around him breathes danger. The not so apparent past was no longer significant in relative to the certain doom. He screamed once more, hoping that someone will hear him.
-Silence-
He gave up.
the story ends like this;
________________________________________________________________________________
(Saturday, January 3, 2009-)
+8:32 AM]*
# Smuggling me...-
Going to the restaurant tmr…
This time on my own sia. Dunno whether can make it lor. I just got this phobia in my heart from doing things on my own or with unfamiliar places. Whenever go to some unfamiliar places, will be damm tensed up.
Today was the same.
Had Viola lesson today, at Esplanade. Cause he (whom i shall not name who in case he gets into trouble and will result in me getting into trouble) has some Cinderalla performance thingy there and wanna smuggle me in.
So i was there at like 5pm cause he told me to go there earlier. Then i wait till 6pm, before he smuggle me into the esplanade back stage, a place i not supposed to be.
This was not the first time though.
The last time i remember, i went to tap my “fake pass” on the scanner and he scold me saying i should not have done it.
So this time i did not scan it.
Then he scold me saying i should have scan it.
I guess Esplanade changes its security management once in a while, or many he changes his mindset too rapidly.
haha, but still lar. He was in bad mood, probably cause he is having very little time for dinner thanks to my lesson and was hungry.
So i was feeling bad and nothing i could do. and he was feeling emo and takaning me. lol.
Another boring day, ate KFC. damm guilty now.
the story ends like this;
________________________________________________________________________________
+8:28 AM]*
# Just a thought-
I am bored.
And I decided to wonder:
If I am a murderer...
And obviously a very active one.
And one day I killed a lot of people.
You know? One of those kind adrenaline and testosterone kind of things.
In which i most probably... (i emphasise this is a staged scenario)
I developed a fetish for killing, see blood or whatever.
So day by day, I murdered people.
People to me is nothing anymore,
Just items at my disposal.
And let's say,
In the most unfortunate of events,
I happened to lose all my memory... (except those required to survive)
Probably when i was killing someone,
I accidentally hit my head with a club.
Now, here comes the twist in the story.
When i finally opened my eyes,
I am in the hospital.
This is not any ordinary hospital.
This is the hospital of a prison... (is there one?)
And i am about to be executed and hanged.
Well, the memory-loss me is just an innocent guy (assuming i lost all the adrenaline testerones and became an angel with a halo).
To the memory-loss me, i did not do anything.
To the memory-loss me, i was not part of me...
I was another person.
This is a new me.
And i am supposed to be punished for something i did not do?
for something someone else did.
Will the jury pardon me?
NO.....
And why is that?
I wonder....
Life is just so unforgiving and often it is those innocent who suffers.
I wonder....
the story ends like this;
________________________________________________________________________________
+7:35 AM]*
# Silent Exit-
Before this,
Before we even started,
Before we were so called bounded,
You would throw my heart around.
Everytime you would ask it back,
And it will be thrown around.
Once, I still remember,
You threw it on the ground.
Now it seems...
You have my heart,
In your own,
Found...
Not just on loan.
You have changed,
From a loanshark...
To a bank.
What does the bank wants?
Interest...
Not mine though,
But yours.
When you are down,
You will tell me.
Relate to me.
In the middle of the night
But when you are up,
Or so called tired...
You will just leave.
With a warning so short,
That it seemed there wasn't one.
And it seemed i am on the ground...
again.
the story ends like this;
________________________________________________________________________________
(Friday, January 2, 2009-)
+8:22 AM]*
# To you, "Intelligence"-
You smiled at me once.
In the past.
I wouldn't care.
I laughed at you once.
In the past.
I wouldn't care.
You mock at me.
Right now.
I wouldn't care.
But right now,
The fact is that....
Or the facts are that....
I have your past.
And your present.
And your future.
And I wouldn't care.
the story ends like this;
________________________________________________________________________________
(Wednesday, December 31, 2008-)
+8:14 AM]*
# I am not one of you anymore-
I was never one of you.
I was never with you.
I was never important.
Until I was one of you.
Was I?
I came into you,
First time I could be happy.
I was never happy.
Until I was one of you.
Was I?
Am I even one of you?
All these false pretenses you giving me.
For someone isolated, segregated and lonely,
This seemed to be the remedy.
But all is an illusion.
Am i even happy?
Am I?
Am I even one of you?
Do I even need to be one of you?
Who are you?
Who am I?
As one of you,
I existed.
But as one of you,
I never lived.
But again,
I was never one of you.
And I never will...
the story ends like this;
________________________________________________________________________________
(Wednesday, December 24, 2008-)
+10:03 AM]*
# Tanked a Massacre-
I hate the brutal you.
The ignorant, selfish you.
The you whom killed the hundreds,no
You killed the thousands.
I hate the crimes you indulge in.
The door to liberalization you killed.
The youths in both body and soul....
You murdered with joy.
64, You tanked your way through,
Into the square.
Tell me,
What was going through your mind?
15 years down the road.
The road you killed.
64, Your people come into lands of freedom we built,
As slavery of oppression, as victims of discrimination.
Tell me,
What is the use of blanketing it?
What is the use of raising these banners of guilt?
Tell me,
What is going through your mind?
Tell me,
did anything even went through your mind?
the story ends like this;
________________________________________________________________________________