Seen on a T-shirt in STAR Cineplex:
"IF IT'S NOT LOVE, IT'S NOT WORTH A F*CK."
Uncensored, of course.
Now that's one heck of a Tee.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Hot and cold
Like a breath of fresh air, it whispers. It ruffles your hair and messes it up, affectionately. Comforting and safe, like a warm embrace. It sets your hair on end and sends tingles up your spine.
Everything slows down, and you can feel every single heartbeat. Every breath nuzzles you, reminding you of the miracle of life. And as you wonder at how marvelous it is, it steals away your coherent thoughts and leaves you with nothing but a feeling of completeness, a sense of well-being, that you completely forget the why and can only remember the touch of wonder that infused your soul, lifting it to ever greater heights.
And even as your senses are competely overwhelmed, you realise that the focal point is not without, but within. Its touch is light and smooth on your skin, but it rips your heart out with such force that its gentleness is nothing short of astonishing. Its beauty fills your eyes and your ears hum a secret melody, but that is nothing compared to the burst of colour that streaks across your mind and the thunderous crash of pure music that is drowned out only by that soft, gentle, cry of delight. Its taste is sweeter than honey and its scent delightful, but the true savouring is done within the confines of your spirit, a savouring of fire and cold tempered only by the warnth of being safe and secure.
You feel it, you sense it, you embrace it. You know it inside and out, and you delight in it.
And then it dawns on you that such beauty was not meant for one person. It is something to be shared, to be delighted in together. It may be the most beautiful thing you know, but it would be meaningless if you were its sole possessor.
And then you smile, because you are not alone.
Everything slows down, and you can feel every single heartbeat. Every breath nuzzles you, reminding you of the miracle of life. And as you wonder at how marvelous it is, it steals away your coherent thoughts and leaves you with nothing but a feeling of completeness, a sense of well-being, that you completely forget the why and can only remember the touch of wonder that infused your soul, lifting it to ever greater heights.
And even as your senses are competely overwhelmed, you realise that the focal point is not without, but within. Its touch is light and smooth on your skin, but it rips your heart out with such force that its gentleness is nothing short of astonishing. Its beauty fills your eyes and your ears hum a secret melody, but that is nothing compared to the burst of colour that streaks across your mind and the thunderous crash of pure music that is drowned out only by that soft, gentle, cry of delight. Its taste is sweeter than honey and its scent delightful, but the true savouring is done within the confines of your spirit, a savouring of fire and cold tempered only by the warnth of being safe and secure.
You feel it, you sense it, you embrace it. You know it inside and out, and you delight in it.
And then it dawns on you that such beauty was not meant for one person. It is something to be shared, to be delighted in together. It may be the most beautiful thing you know, but it would be meaningless if you were its sole possessor.
And then you smile, because you are not alone.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Rawr.
Filling the silence
With warmth
Unspoken words
No longer needed
Just a hint of it
Leaves me
Feeling complete
Contented
Life is worth living
Comforting the shadows
Of doubt
Stilling
The storm within
Were all my memories lost
But this one
Still would my heart caper
Like a little boy
Your smile
Shall ever be
My inspiration
Your laugh
My adoration
Little furry critters rule the world
With warmth
Unspoken words
No longer needed
Just a hint of it
Leaves me
Feeling complete
Contented
Life is worth living
Comforting the shadows
Of doubt
Stilling
The storm within
Were all my memories lost
But this one
Still would my heart caper
Like a little boy
Your smile
Shall ever be
My inspiration
Your laugh
My adoration
Little furry critters rule the world
Maturity
"A lioness doesn't have a mane. How does it know when it's grown up?"
An interesting question, and one that I have discussed before. Yet the question of maturity has returned to haunt my thoughts, stirring up troubled waters and punching me in the guts, leaving me gasping for air.
Okay, a little too much hyperbole there, but again I am forced to ask, "What is the mark of maturity?"
Maybe it's because I just turned 18 that I am asking this question. Maybe it's because I'm now legally an adult, free to drink (in Malaysia at least), smoke, buy property, watch 18 SX/SG/PL movies, go to war,become a porn star, get an abortion, own a firearm (in the US), marry without parental consent, and donate my body to science. So many things to do, so little time. XD
Maybe it's because my driver's license is dangling before me like a juicy worm on a hook, independence beckoning to me like a lollipop beckons to little girls.
Maybe it's because my sophomore year looms, the year in which I finally have to decide what I want to do with my life, the year in which you can no longer hit the "Go Back" button to restart character creation.
Or maybe it's just my ancestor Peter Pan whispering to me from the grave.
Regardless, I now present to you the contenders for the "Mark of Maturity":
1. Independence
- The ability to make your own decisions, the ability to do what you want when you want how you want without being influenced by other people.Like becoming a porn star.
2. Confidence
- The ability to look someone in the eye and know that you are his or her equal, if not in ability, then at least in value. Even if earthworms are gray.
3. Experience
- An antonym for naivety, this word implies an understanding of the way the world goes round. Although in my experience (pun intended), too often has the term been used as an excuse for cynical pessimism. The world is a dark and gloomy place. The world is a dark and gloomy place. But if you look hard enough, there's always a ray of sunshine.
Wow, I guess that means I'm a very mature person.
Wow, what a big fat lie.
An interesting question, and one that I have discussed before. Yet the question of maturity has returned to haunt my thoughts, stirring up troubled waters and punching me in the guts, leaving me gasping for air.
Okay, a little too much hyperbole there, but again I am forced to ask, "What is the mark of maturity?"
Maybe it's because I just turned 18 that I am asking this question. Maybe it's because I'm now legally an adult, free to drink (in Malaysia at least), smoke, buy property, watch 18 SX/SG/PL movies, go to war,
Maybe it's because my driver's license is dangling before me like a juicy worm on a hook, independence beckoning to me like a lollipop beckons to little girls.
Maybe it's because my sophomore year looms, the year in which I finally have to decide what I want to do with my life, the year in which you can no longer hit the "Go Back" button to restart character creation.
Or maybe it's just my ancestor Peter Pan whispering to me from the grave.
Regardless, I now present to you the contenders for the "Mark of Maturity":
1. Independence
- The ability to make your own decisions, the ability to do what you want when you want how you want without being influenced by other people.
2. Confidence
- The ability to look someone in the eye and know that you are his or her equal, if not in ability, then at least in value. Even if earthworms are gray.
3. Experience
- An antonym for naivety, this word implies an understanding of the way the world goes round. Although in my experience (pun intended), too often has the term been used as an excuse for cynical pessimism. The world is a dark and gloomy place. The world is a dark and gloomy place. But if you look hard enough, there's always a ray of sunshine.
Wow, I guess that means I'm a very mature person.
Wow, what a big fat lie.
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