Drunk

Middle of the night, hours more to dawn, surprisingly, I was still awake, only bottles of beers kept me in companion…and still, I was being able to post this entry.

I was drunk…at least I believe I was.

True enough, where an alcoholic will never ever, or maybe conditionally, self-proclaim as being drunk after a dozen of cans.

But I believe I was really drunk in this blue moon.

Drunk enough to be deceived, or rather betrayed, by my own sight - seeing my own reflection in the mirror - where the attractive face of mine, the arrogant look I used to keep and the very narcissist me, all seemed to have gone down to the drain. All were blurred to the contorted facial which disgusts me – this happened since I was left in the state of drunkenness.

The ability of good time management has long ago retarded. I seemed to have a difficulty meeting up my task, to finish up my work on time, and to eat according to my meal hours (well, this I would normally fail, discard this), finally in commencing on my assignments of my law studies.

Sigh…not so great right? It’s a bit messy right now, pretty much off from my master plan.

The passer by(s) perceived me in different ways from one to another. Some might be green in envy whilst some might have despised me. Some were friendly, some were aggressive. And previously, I don’t really give a damn to them, simply because I enjoyed being drunk. I enjoyed seeing stars which were not so promising. I enjoyed singing to the deep drain which echoed to respond to my talent.

Why? ... because I was drunk …. simple as that.

But…human being human…with limited truism. I couldn’t survive any longer when the last say or critic arose which seemed to leave a weight on me. I finally erupted, who then behaved in rebellious manner, who then subsequently being punished for misbehaving. And lastly I was locked in a very cold cell where you won't get any response from the desired.

*Sigh*

I was a little bit upset tonight. Very much depress indeed. Pressure that creep from the tease and critic. Encroached my temper till I whiter further to little. The pretty face abandoned me whilst the beautiful mind ignored me and life wouldn’t have gotten any worse than that. I looked down to myself.

We had a quarrel. The relationship has been temporarily frozen. All was due to the minute I tried to be conscious and coincidently lost my temper in doing so.That's the reason why I was left all alone at the midnight. I took the last sip of the beer left in the bottle. It’s not doing any good on me- literary, to intoxicate me more than ever I was intoxicated in the relationship.

By the way... for your knowledge, I’m never an alcoholic but rather "Te-queirosholic" or whatever you could have thought of.

I was only drunk in a relationship.

一路顺风

点点回忆，回忆点点 。
成享喜怒哀乐悲欢，
共赏甜酸苦辣鲜咸，
其真诚友谊将永记于心房。

丝丝雨夜，怀念思思。
别了红颜送了知己，
天下无不散之宴席，
遗留了美好也带走了祝福。



Goodbye...

Stand Tall, Kuala Lumpurian

(amended)
I walk alongside the muddy bank of Gombak rivers.

A walk that costed me 22 monkey ears...Oh please, don't ask y.
I walk along, with a cape on, that painted in 14 glorious stripes.

And here I share some stories of mine...

There was this day of odd,
Crows on trees roared like tiger in woods,
Fluffy lambs growled as taught,
And aside there stood,
The boy who cried wolf.
and I know, without a mask, I rarely move.

I continued, with a mask, and later I met...
A glum tom cat was crying over a dead rat,
Poor 0ld buddy were found dead,
But who else to suspect if not the cat?
Life's indeed full of traps and threats.
And I decided, to walk with no fellow, ahead.

I continued, as a lone druid, and later I met...
A clown, painted face and faked laughter,
Hilariously, blowing his huge trumpet,
Rythem-less, a pathetic life of disasters.
But guess what, blowing one's trumpet,
A play, with talent, I master.

Thanks to the neighbour...

Relatively, the road turns hazey,
The air's now dead and smelly,
Slowly, my steps turn heavy.
Finally, I've beaten by reality.

With mask on, my sights become narrowed,
With mask off, I still live till tomorrow.
But without a fellow, I'm never a hero,
Yet without a fellow, my trumpet is a zero.

Oh gosh... what am I doing?
I just want to be a bull that moo
Not any scarecrow that "boo"
Oh well... life still has to get going.
But before that, I need some changing
and I mean it now, anyhow...
No more disgusting smile or hatred bow
Off I throw now the untruthful mask
Reconnecting my lost pasts that last
Definitely, honesty is a must at start

Well...

Though the crows still caw,
and yet the lambs growl,
I stand tall.

Though old Tom hiding claws,
yet pathetic clown blowing in ego,
I must walk tall.

I still believe...
We will still glow
A holy rain will showers us all.













The eye is now on Malaysia

Cintai Kuala Lumpur

One more try...

Today,

I was hit by a haunting critic...

The one that I was hiding from all these years.

Of sure, I knew it will strangle me one day.

But yet, armoured to any ambush designated for the day.

Cunningly, it has chosen today the day, to put me in great fear...

Triumphal, assassinated my pride in the chilly morning.

Disasterous, me tangled throughout the gloomy evening.

I felt so helpless to it.

My brain went dead for minutes.

Experienced suffocation at next.

I thought I had collapsed...

Suprisingly, miracles do happen now and then...

My determined heart dragged along courage & so.

In riot, protesting for the freedom of my will & soul.

A huge insubordination cried out revolution to battle the foe.

Now, I've repicked my motivation...to retain my lost confidence.

Then, a slight change in my stratergies.

And again, I aim for my victory.

I don't have ONE

Today...I blog; just for the sake of blogging.
I have no title...I have no idea...and I have no audience.
The auditorium is empty. Deserving no applause of pity.
Ironicaly, only a pianist indulging his masterpiece. Pathetically.

I tried to blog on any restaurant in town that i've ever visited...to share the delicacies with others. But I've failed. Why? coz there's aint any "delicious" moments that i could recall at the moment or...maybe they just don't exist in the first place. Except, along with my shadow, crunching the crispy, spicy &....(well, you know better) KFC's chicken yesterday.

I tried to blog on any Holiday Paradise...barely, to share the cozy sunshine and crystal clear sea water, where school of tropical fishes surrounding me, giving me warm welcome. But my dream will just goes on and physically stucked in a dry lecture hall listening to monotoneous speeches and the noisy old air-cond being the white background noice.

Well, i guess...
I can only share a splendid piece with...nobody(i forgot...i have noone here but only me). Anyway, it's abook with a story on "Tuesday with Morrie"...
I wonder, maybe I'm the last one who read it...

Oh gosh...my laziness started to encounter. Like how it used to defeat my determine on completing assignments. Now my Blog is his next prey. Well...

For the moment, musics kept in play...hoping one to stay.
Though...and still
Only echoes in empty hall...and the pianist who almost fall.

Bow...