Stringed Nostalgia

It’s been raining since… I can’t remember. And now, I’m badly missing my good old guitar. It seems like history since the last time I held it though I’m damn convinced that it is really a good thing that my parents took it away from me, because if not, I’ll only spend my days playing it despite the fact that the board exam is fast approaching. The truth is, I’m fed up with all these medical books I’m succumbed to deal with everyday. It’s like I’m being bombarded with so many facts, hoax, fallacies, and theories, but still not good enough ammunition for the exams. But surely life will get better. Much better.

Grill Or All Vague

Lies within an enigma so dear
A risk of indefinite fate
A patch of nebula oh! so clear
Grill or all vague.

Message In A Blog:Part 3 (The Silent Rebellion Of The Hidden Angst)

People often say that we should “forgive and forget”. Well I prefer to “forgive and learn”. I don’t hold grudges, it is a waste. Let bygones be bygones. But we’re not living in the past, and that is actually the problem. Today is the present. It’s like I’m holding on to the tide while everybody is surfing. NOT that I’m afraid of changes but because we’re not really changing at all. You’re still the same person I knew since childhood, or better yet, since MY world begun. You’re still the same person who thinks I’m a selfish jerk, egotist to the bone, a maverick with her own orthodox, and a neurotic spoiled brat. You don’t show that you hate me, maybe because you’re not supposed to do that. But I know better in sensing such inert instinct repelling behavior. I’m not what you think. You don’t know me even though we’ve been at the same place for almost all our lives. My being different made you hate me. But why? Is it a sin to be so different?... I don’t think so. You hate me because you can’t deceive me like the way you deceive other people. You hate me because I knew you better more than you know yourself. You hate me because I know your selfish motives just to gain a glittering nomenclature for your own brass identity… Absurd! I’m sick of your plastic bucks and clocks that you use just to buy people for your own prestige and stab them at their backs anesthetically. I’m fed up of your lachrymose pathetic drama while at the back frame of your mind you’re actually dancing in euphoric dirty glory. You hate me because I know so much about how stingy you are while you parade your damn patriotic image like a puritan. I DON’T walk along the street with an all white garment and a banner on my forehead saying “I’M A SAINT” like YOU DO. I DON’T parade my bucks and clocks going to charities with a flag on my sleeve saying “I’M GENEROUS” like YOU DO. I just walk around naked and let other people see the flaws in me because that’s what I’m made of. Nothing is more honest than being yourself. You hate my honesty. Right now, I’m like a chemist trying hard to add the prefix “AL-” to my profession. My frustration is to turn lead into gold, or better yet, turn a devil into a Christian. Really, it is a frustration because I’m filthy like we all are. Please do not exclude yourself. Is your hatred overwhelming you like a gutter containing the intensity of Niagara Falls; you cannot handle it anymore, because I’m telling you the truth? Stop being a bigot. Don’t worry; I DON’T hate you though I’m hurting. Hatred is something that is really NOT a part of my system. It NEVER runs in my blood. Grudges are wastes and I throw them as soon as I found them inside my life. This is my way of throwing grudges/wastes… and same way I cherish the good old days. Acknowledgments: I would like to thank www.blogger.com for providing me my blog where I throw all my grudges/wastes and keep all my cherished good memories. It never fails to make me feel better after a certain post. Thank you.

Maktub

I used to believe that fairytales are stories of “lived happily ever after”. But now I realize I was wrong, because fairytales are fictions. Just mere fictions. Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel… they all are destined to be just characters in fairytales not meant to be real. Isn’t it sad to live in an illusion? Just an illusion. I feel so sorry for them.

P.S. The eyes that watch the world are the eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Though the world claims its innocence… I claim enlightenment.

LiTtLe HoLLyWoOd

I can’t seem to handle this growing publicity. I mean publicity, NO kidding. Now I can truly understand what those celebrities mean when they say “it’s the price of fame”. Its like you’re losing your space and your world is getting smaller. It’s really hard to manage the overwhelming popularity (hahaha!!!). Maybe that’s one celebrity factor I still have to learn for myself. But I really can’t do anything about this situation. I guess I just have to enjoy this little Hollywood game I’m in right now until my glamour fades… uhoh! LOL! =P

Prose Of Redemption

O! Thou art like a sword beneath,

Seeped through my chest so deep,

Crimson fountain gushed and flooded my soul,

O! Might of salvation uncontrolled.

Cookie Cutter World

If you can't beat them... then stand out.

It does NOT mean that if people started jumping from a 50 feet building, you're going to do the same thing too.

It does NOT mean that if billions of people say it is right, then it is really right.

It does NOT mean that if you're the only one who says it is wrong, then you're wrong.

Though you turn the world upside down, the right thing will always be the right thing... and the wrong will always be wrong.

Tell a lie to the world if that would mean being TRUE to yourself and to GOD.

Stand up for what is right even though the world is against you.

Always remember that being different is NEVER a sin.

Be cool but don’t freeze.
Be hot but don’t melt.
Lukewarm? – “So then because thou art lukewarm and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth.” (Revelation 3:16)
So its like you don’t fit inside but you can’t stay outside… and still, you’re not welcome in between. Heck!

Prize And Prices

Best things in life aren't free. They are just things that money cannot actually buy. But we earn them through sacrifices, attitude, and character.

But in every rule there's always an exemption. The exemption is God's grace. We can't buy it and neither earn. We just have to receive it. Its a gift.

Again, best THINGS in life aren't free... only the best "THING" is free.

Idiosyncrasy Of The Bourne Prodigy

A: “How is it going?”
B: “Cheesy!”
A: “Tell me the truth, though!”
B: “I’m telling the truth, though! I’m doing no good… I changed my routine just 2 days ago, and you know what that means, right? It means I’m back to ZERO!”
A: “So what’s your plan?”
B: “Continue…”
A: “Any plans to enroll somewhere?”
B: “Nope! You know what happened during the in-house review, right? I don’t want that thing to happen again. I know myself better not to.”
A: “But…”
B: “And yeah! Sir Adopted said that its not the matter of time but idiosyncratic management.”
A: “Good to hear that!”
B: “Yup! Encouraging enough… so, are we going… um… there…? ya’ know?”
A: “I’m sorry, I promise not to indulge into shopping vice until I’ve proven something. Anyway, there are still a lot of time, after this.”
B: “Yeah right! There is time for everything!”
A: “ Gotta go now… bye! muah!”
B: “Bye! God bless! Muah!”
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B: “Uhoh! Time for rush hour!”



"Everything is possible. The impossible just takes longer." – Digital Fortress (Dan Brown)