Grey Area

There's nothing that can beat the wilderness of her mind at this exact moment. A silent uproar which is sadly dampen by the stormy weather, stretches her soul to infinite measures. It is a rampage state of an in between anger and confusion, or is it? She is not so sure, which is already a sure sign of confusion.



She is weary of everything, she can feel that there is something ticking furiously at the back of her head. Too far back that she is not able catch any of the signals for comprehension. It is as though, it is as though, the nerves are broken along the way. Isn't that just sad, she thought to herself.

And it is sad. It is sad to have these thoughts that she does not know about. Which have gone directly to her heart and producing slivers of, slivers of, oh God, what are these things that are making her heart feels like as if it is aching? As if.

If words are allowed to form, they would have flowed out from her mouth as free as the Niagara Falls. Word by word, for she knows that any attempt to form sentences would just be in vain. She is always honest with herself. Yes, no words are forming despite of her strong will. The feel of them just hangs in the air.

Making the air dense and still. As still as how time has been to her.

As still as everything else, everyfuckingthing else.

If you are big enough

Bang! And here we are, hundreds of millions of years later. But what was, before the big bang? Or is it a repeating event for every hundreds of millions of years.

So there will be another bang.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! I say!

Mr. Andrews

Veronica and Betty, they claim to be the best of friends, although they are actually rivals, in so many ways. Veronica is too rich for her own good, and was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Betty is more laid back and she is like the next door type of girl. They go to the same school. Veronica is a brunette while Betty is a country blonde.

They also happen to like the same guy, who is called Archie.



What is it about Archie that they like so much? He is not that bright. Always got himself into trouble, in the not so cool kinda way.

What is it about Archie?

What is it about Archie?

super supper

I am sure that someone came for supper at their house. I can hear the water hose spraying, and I am sure that my neighbour is not watering his plants.



I know that i should peek from behind the curtain to see what he is actually doing. But if I did see anything, I might feel obligated to testify. Plus, I am not dressed. My neighbour's son might see me. His window is just opposite mine.

I hum myself to sleep when I hear the sound of water stopped. I always have trouble sleeping. I think I will go next door for supper tomorrow.

Chocolate Indulgence

deliciously presented
to the oh-so tormented
you are paving your way
to a whole new sway

delectable and luscious
you look oh-so scrumptious
perhaps just a taste

for how much more
should we waste

Ignor

Please, do not ban my favourite nail polish.



Even though if you think that it contains hazardous ingredients and may cause infertility in both men and women, there is no need to pull the product out from the line altogether. I mean, I am sure your market size will reduce to half, but think of the other half who do not care to have children, and who cannot imagine having their nails done not in their favourite colour.

Think of them.

Think of me!

at midnight

even if the stars are not singing
and even though the moon is not smiling
i am sending you grace and hopes so deep
to be by you while you sleep.

a moment

twirl girl twirl
in the indefinite swirl

curl and curl

until i
step in
your indefinite swirl

frozen

do not send me on a wild goose chase
if the goose is not a-golden
i prefer not to anymore see your face
with that fake smile oh so frozen

oh so frozen

oh so frozen.

da on travelling

ja: da, why do you sleep with your passport?

da: so that i can travel in my dreams.

How do we know?

How important is it to live your life with the blessing of your mother? To my opinion, it is the utmost important. Not only we need the blessings from our mothers, but also from our fathers as well. That is why I have paraded numerous dramas in front of my parents, so that they would somehow approve of the things (at least some of the things) that I want to do.

What about marriage? How are you going to marry someone that your mother does not approve of?



I just had a conversation with my friend, who shocked me with the news of her soon to come marriage (very very soon indeed). And I was further shocked with the fact that she is not going to tell her mother about it. At least not yet. From what she told me, she is only going to tell her mother about it a week before, but will not inform her mother of the exact wedding date.

I do not intend to discuss about the crucial thinking that my friend has to go through before actually executing her plan, but I am more intrigued with how sure she is that she can be happy with her series of actions to come. I am no daughter of the year, but my life has always been miserable by the fact that my parents are not happy with some of the things that I do. I guess that is just guilt talking, but how long can we live by the guilt that is as big as life?

There has to be a way to convince the mother, or if not perhaps just make her mother accept her decisions and wish her well. Old people are very hard to convince, I very much agree to that. Perhaps because they think they know better than us, or maybe because they really do know better than us. But us young people, would only accept lessons from life, and the looks of 'I told you so' that come with them.

And I also asked her, how is she so sure that this guy (who is not only going to bring her into the new world of marriage, but also going to ruin her relationship with her mother) is the right guy?

But that has always been the universal question, how do we ever know if it is the right guy?

rebound

i washed my laundry this morning
a heavy load of clothes
i went out to the line where others are hanging
but it's filled with clothes and shoes

i carry my heavy load
and walk to the house next door
and all the houses down the road
do not have the space that i need for

my arms are breaking
my knees are shaking
the load gets heavier
i need a dryer

which always provide me with a quick fix
at a touch of a button