My Independence Day

Yesterday was Independence day in Malaysia. I'm not the most patriotic of people but you know, I had a great day.

A day in the life perhaps? Not quite. Days are better spent in the company of people you care about and those who care for you. A simple day out, simple smiles, simple laughter, simply satisfying :)

Struggling like a new-born calf learning to stand, feet stumble and shoulders collide. The covert attempt to embrace a hand to guide or be guided, is gently rejected and made the victim of farce, slowly turning and smiling at it. The issue slowly forgotten, if not left behind as footsteps continue and covered ground extends. Whispers of food, spurt amongst small talk as feet stride aimlessly over the well-trod tiles.

The wandering ceases, for a little respite, some air, some warmth from the cold of the inside. Gaze at the skies, look at how they cluster and clump, how the day has darkened how our history is dark. Wander away, wander elsewhere down a flight, look for fishies, look deep and be gifted with sight.

Looking into a person's eyes, and watching them slowly form crescents as they shine and smile at yours, beside the rush of a river, although it isnt one which is as natural as one would wish it was, it would suffice. Walking around a mall for a hours when compared to under an hour sitting by the less than perfect river seems so miniscule and such an insignificant part of my day.

Appetite is not something which comes for some people but nevertheless, we must eat. The first of trips to Chilli's it would be, an eye-opener, an experience, an old-timer with extra cheese and how could we not have the high and mighty pie?
Dimly lit, with the wailing of country songs in the background and the twangs of their guitars, the bustle of the restaurant almost seemed to be on mute, as the meal was eaten, maybe not enjoyed, but nevertheless... eaten. The old-timer indeed would be hard to down but hey, the high and mighty pie was as easy as... pie!

If you don't understand it, good, if you do understand it, good. :)

He's Back?

My dad's back from Papua New Guinea!!

He came back on the 4th (or was it the 5th? LoL). Well, it's been odd for me, since my dad works there and only ever comes back here once a year. Having him around is not a bad thing, it's great to have a parental figure in my life for a while (he'll be here for a month). I am so unused to coming home and seeing him around. All year round since I was in Form 2, I've been used to living without my father or mother's presence. One could say that makes me independent, one could say that gives me the lack of attention and others can just call me a freak. I don't know what I am but what I do know is that I am used to not having my dad around. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad but it's odd having him call me in the middle of the day asking me if I've finished class.
Geez, imaagine me, complaining that I have a father in the house now :P

Answers In The Dark

By starlight do I share with the moon my woes,
For 'tis only the moon who understands,
Night is cool, quiet, calm, with soft breeze ablow.

At times I run dry of what this World demands,
My capacity, pushed to its limit,
Gone, the strength of the mask which was once there
and allow my true feelings to emit,
To the moon I turn to find silent ears,
She hears, listens yet shares no opinion.

Although her silence may not be of much help,
One seems to find oneself in the dark night,
Strolling across once familiar pathways,
Thinking of problems and how to make them right,

Why now, does it have to end with a no?
How is't that even though I try, I fail?
Is it a must that he and she must go?
Have all my efforts been to no avail?

Questions left unanswered but then no, not quite,
Complexity, simplicity, the same,
Will all be answered by you yourself, this night?
Well, you decide but only time can tell...

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I wrote this poem quite a while ago. It was during one of those dark times during my life. I found inspiration to write. Oddly enough the inspiration to write came in spurts. I stopped after the first stanza and didn't complete the poem until about 2 to 3 months later.

The 1st Post?

I don't believe this. Me, a person who has time and time again explicitly stated that I despise blogging and here I am right now, posting this here for no one but myself to see.

I could most safely say that I'm better off just typing this in a Word document and saving it in my computer.

No one, will read this thing. No one should. I do not see the point but I'm doing it anyway.