The pic on the header of this little blog page

(Just a quick peep:) The first post is titled "Intro", so why must I come to the "Conclusion" just now? :P

That pic is drawn when I was 16 0r 17, portraying myself, and the colour was done just yesterday in Adobe Photoshop 6.0 amateur-style. Oh, I love new technologies, and I think I'm quite a freak about technology (but please do not interpret me as a new gadget maniac - I'm not so a kiasu person about those things especially if it requires me to make my bank sing 'ka-ching' just to have the latest things!). Furthermore, what else explains my submission into Technical school instead of staying in my old 'faithful' school SMKC (now known as TEPCES)...
Anyway, what I wanted to share about that pic is how I paid attention to the details in the composition. The model (Maria Xavier "Marx" de la Guevara) is seated with her hand holding writing instruments (notice the "HCxSE" logo on the paper she was holding), the manner she is dressed and the setting around her. She is everything I was back in those days- before I sport the "dark" look I am notoriously known with now. Ah, the power of people's perception over my sense of individual expression. Anyway, to hell with that, as long as I ain't that gross.

*pic of my imaginary band 'Minor Diplomacy', founded with my Punkette friend (a version of Siouxie Sioux). Look, I wasn't Black at all that time, but I was more to Hip-Hop and I am heavily influenced by Rage Against the Machine's Tim Commerford (from the Fender Jazz Bass guitar to clothing style!)

I got a new idea now. Perhaps I shall include the pictures of my artworks (there's a load of them thrashed in my Photobucket account that refuse to load on IPSAH's 'marvellous' Wi-Fi connection) in near future for all to see. Oh, I do do favours, but please bear in mind I'm no Andy Warhol 'cuz I've taken up this teacher profession and I swore to be true to it. Cheers!

Conclusion

[note: just a simple, easy-going piece of writing written in a down time. To Bonda @ Wan Zaleha, yes you read me almost right! *wink!*]

the touch so warm
the smile so welcomed
the kiss – sweetest sin
the embrace drowning

the distance so enduring
the lone times often disturbing
the calls much awaited
the absence leave much to be desired

the excuses begin the wondering
the lies were disintegrating
all hopes and dreams
just gone with the wind

the tears have fallen
the heart is made to be broken
the love paves way to forgiveness
a belief in the second chance

the longing for brighter times
behind dark clouds are silver lines
the dreams resurrected
though somehow alienated

the separation heart-rending
the devotion never-ending
a test of fidelity (human heart mystery)
of which truth knows the Divinity

the unknown – Fate and Destiny
the Quest for all eternity
true love a godsend
may it a come to a well end.

(Nothing is Everything : 27th of October 2008)

Intro

INTRO

Who's going to read my blog? God knows. Am I anxious? Not really, but I'm about to learn about that here. In fact, life is, as my English lecturer in KMPh said, a roller-coaster ride, all I gotta do is ride it.

Ever since I stepped in IPSAH, major changes have taken place in me, whether I notice it or not. I know, 'cuz my old friends said I have changed a lot. Yes, CHANGED. Many of us are whacked out of their reasoning when confronted by this issue. I used to, but I think I'm too sober to bother about anything, that's why I seem like not giving a damn about anything at all. Would anyone think I have no feelings because of this? You're definitely WRONG. Haha. I'm also a God's creation just like the whole lot of people out there who think they belong to the society and diss me for being who I am. But I'm not going to bother about that, so to hell with it.

For an intro, I'm going to leave a poem.

Rapunzel

time remains for
this revelation of a lifetime
disappointments taint the purity
of virgin realities
once upon a love
dark fairytales of betrayal

the midnight halls are reverberating
with the passing
another hapless maiden’s soul
lullabies by moon-broken pools
and oaken feet
mourning for the sins of the beloved

after all, perhaps he is unwanted
and maybe, her time is not long

rooted deep within
subliminal submission
indignant over the chase
taunting at one’s very own pride

rebirth chided
though she could always go her own way
a stranger stumbled upon a fork
he could always choose whichever way he wanted

she let her hair down
reaching out of her abyss of thoughts
for love’s sad poems
it might go a long way
but unfortunately her time isn’t
how sacrifice is endless
escaping time, isolation rendering loneliness
escaping time unworthy of the happiness redeemed
but to her, it is worthwhile.

(written on 24th of November 2008)

Ops, hello to the world. Soileyh Sapphire is posting, haha.