Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Death of Bah Chor Mee

Dusk sinks in to the lair of my daily chamber where labour grinds me till sunsets. Dusk is where i rave in freedom and hunt for my evening meals, prancing stealthily like a beastly feline, sniffing at the aroma of the meats and bones of the unsuspecting preys, deeply indecisive of which to lay my claws on.

Ahh.. there came a heavenly scent of the juicy flesh,  a taste of many past adventures, stained the sweat of the bah-chor mee uncle. With the swift movements of his skilled hands and steady actions came along with the rythmic splash of water, fragrant steam rose and blinds his glasses. Yet he moves in the speed of light which defeats mortal vision.

In silence, i closed up and make my fatal pounce at the unknowing mee and brought the end of the enticing meal with my powerful jaw, it ended in it’s silence scream.

Satisfied, the beastly feline stood up, gave itself a hasty lick-over and haughtily left the scene of hunt for the scavengers to clear it up.

The sky darkens by then, and night falls into another daylight soon.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Appreciation

After so long was i finally blessed with a day alone, for myself only, that i am allow to do what ever i want. It’s good to be alone, i love to be alone, me and my rum.

There’s too many people on this planet, it’s too crowded in this island, crowding in my head too.
I often dream of finishing off with what i have in this lifetime, but people dragged in, kindred dragged down, love dragged on.  I drown myself in inspirations when misery hits, in pages, in music, in poems and boozes.

Alcohol numbs me, just like it does now, numbs my heart, my body, my mind, love it strong, the way it makes you flush and as your heart pounds in the brain. But most of the time life goes on without it. Brave i am, i still run away from all reality, or anyone who pulls me back, i hate it yet i still live it on.

The misery and agony of life so intense yet we love it so much, an addiction incurable. Sway in music, ecstacy in love, beauty in art, inspiration in words.

The Beauty of Sins

Savour it.

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