Tuesday, September 15, 2009
On LavSuc @ 5:38 PM
A friend
Thats what you would still be referring to me, right?
Sure. I have known you since a while back
I am a friend right?
Some one you knew right?
Some one close right?
Some one who would look out for you, right?
Yes I was and I would have had.
But I will no more.
Ask yourself.
Reflect a little.
How often have you been a friend?
Don't tell me we have differing views on friendship.
You knew what I was like.
You knew I would give unwavering loyalty until betrayed.
You knew but you didn't bother.
Your ship can no longer harbour here.
There is no more love for you.
Only desolation awaits.
Be warned and stay away.
We had our many talks. We spoke to each other many personal things. I know I tried very hard. To be a friend, to be gracious, to be forgiving. There is only so much that a person can take. Pardon my lack of humility but I think I can swallow more than what most take. You took me and my friendship for granted. Yes I am getting personal because you have hurt me despite knowing for a fact that I am sensitive. All that was said between us, they do seem like bullshit now you know? You clearly do not treat me like a friend. You do not even bother with the little things. You do even care enough to talk to me.
what mattered were the unsaid and undone.
You've missed it, "[it'll be] gone, [it'll be] running water" (X Country 2005 Bryan Tan)
Labels: Ramrie
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Friday, September 04, 2009
On Amigos @ 10:40 AM
As friends, we should always be truthful to each other. However ugly things might seem, however brutal the pain might be. Because we are friends.
That is a fact.
I don't like silences. Not when it is unaccounted, unexplained. Because friends always give an answer, a justification and it is accepted w/o question.
Because friends are.
Friendships should be treated severely because it is an interaction between people. It is sincere and it is a connection of the mind, the heart and the soul.
Friendship is sacred.
You know a friend when you blatantly point out their flaws and they say thank you. It is the counter logical reactions we frequently, unintentionally evoke that is a clear mark and distinction of friendship.
Friends defy the normality.
A friend will probably be able to multiply your joy and add the happiness, minus the pain and divide the sorrow
Friends are mathamaticians
In essence, a friend might take many forms in our eyes. Fact is, each friend is unique in their ways, each with their kinks and qwirks. We can all give our own definitions and consituents to what makes a friend, but friends just are.
Labels: Ouy Gnep
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Mere Mortal Man @ 2:42 AM
Searching for some stimuli on the web, i chanced upon the origins for the yellow ribbon project. Apparently it was sort of inspired by this song by Tony Orlando & Dawn "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round The Ode Oak Tree". Interestingly enough, it is something i can identify with. After all, we're all sinners, tainted and scarred.
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to doIf you still want meIf you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak treeIt's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me'cause
I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me freeI wrote and told her please
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree
I'm comin' home
Then you'll know just what to doIf you still want meIf you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak treeIt's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me'cause
I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me freeI wrote and told her please
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree
I'm comin' home
Labels: On forgiving and being forgiven
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Monday, August 17, 2009
For an Angel @ 12:25 AM
Dear Angel,
It was a sat afternoon. The sun was shining brightly and the birds were chirping merrily. I just reached the mall after travelling back from the hostel. Hungry, I decided to grab a bite.
I found myself walking towards the pasta shop. So I grabbed a seat and ordered my regular pasta. Creamy chicken, Upsized. The waiter served the food promptly. The aroma of the dish drifted to my nose. I inhaled deeply and memories flooded me.
Suddenly it occurred to me that the last time I sat in a similar outlet was sometime in february. I was still with the Force, stuck in camp while a friend left me. I couldn't be there for patriotic reasons.
It struck me that the friend would have been where I am now, like all the rest around me. This would have been an experience that the friend would not have known. My mind was full of what-ifs. The questions ran through my head over and over, as I sat there eating my meal in silence, paying my respects in solitude.
It has been a good six months hasn't it?
I am very thankful and appreciative for what I have experienced so far. Life has been good and fair to me. I promise to be the best that I can be and do good in the place of that friend to the best of my capacity.
God bless you.
May you rest in peace.
It was a sat afternoon. The sun was shining brightly and the birds were chirping merrily. I just reached the mall after travelling back from the hostel. Hungry, I decided to grab a bite.
I found myself walking towards the pasta shop. So I grabbed a seat and ordered my regular pasta. Creamy chicken, Upsized. The waiter served the food promptly. The aroma of the dish drifted to my nose. I inhaled deeply and memories flooded me.
Suddenly it occurred to me that the last time I sat in a similar outlet was sometime in february. I was still with the Force, stuck in camp while a friend left me. I couldn't be there for patriotic reasons.
It struck me that the friend would have been where I am now, like all the rest around me. This would have been an experience that the friend would not have known. My mind was full of what-ifs. The questions ran through my head over and over, as I sat there eating my meal in silence, paying my respects in solitude.
It has been a good six months hasn't it?
I am very thankful and appreciative for what I have experienced so far. Life has been good and fair to me. I promise to be the best that I can be and do good in the place of that friend to the best of my capacity.
God bless you.
May you rest in peace.
Labels: For the Greater Good?
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Thursday, August 06, 2009
Thinking @ 8:44 PM
I am a full blooded man and I desire
Take me and embrace me
While you still can and I the willing
My lover, my abode
- To Ms Huang
We know that we all will die
But despite knowing
I know our love will go on
Tried and tried by the passages of time
- To Snl
Each one of them
Is a painting in a frame
Hung up in the galleries of Heart
Mine and mine alone.
- To Qx
Run and hide we might
But we all smell the same
For we were all born and bred here
All chips off the block
- To My Sister
Just to put things in perspective for myself. I really missed those times; the conversations, the idiocy, the shared food and of course the insults. I like you guys and I wish you all the best. Amigos Para Siempre
Labels: on Zil
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
290709 @ 4:05 PM
This time that place
Many thoughts few words
End is imminent
Beginning all over
Amidst the madness
Bearing all burden
This time that place
Many thoughts few words
Sons are dead and fathers alive
Labels: An Eusoff Muse
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Friday, July 17, 2009
Him @ 11:15 AM
In him i would trust.
In him i would give my all.
In him i was brought to being.
In him i would be the good to come.
Labels: Giving it all for him
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