Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Beyond reason
Not everything can be explained.While some would laugh on reading these lines or past ones...With only words your happiness can be drained instantaneously....so I ask you...Have you ever cast a sight at yourself....not physically...but internally? Do you await instances to break the boredom in your life by assuming you're more intelligent than the one who wrote this,and by laughing at what you feel is stupid? If so,then you won't find any answers here,nothing that can change your life or render you happier.....Happiness isn't in things....its just a state...just like hunger and thirst...try not to be a vampire of a human eclipse...cos not all flowers bloom at night and not all riddles have an answer.Some lead to others,and some mantras need only to be read in order to manifest themselves.
What's more precious than blood?
People run after things that other humans have created.Sometimes I feel like being an invesigator,someone who has filled a role and observing things happening.Its strange but it feels good cos' I have the impression that all these are just a resultant of one's senses.If we were blind,our ears and sense of touch would have been the only witness of this world.Death is just the absence of senses.Who hasn't watched a film where the hero is just a normal human being unaware of his powers until uncovered?
Open your eyes
It took me 7years to discover what I am good at.I wonder where I was before this.I remember waking up.It was back in 2006 and it felt like seeing for the first time,breathing as if it was the first breath. Dreams of waking up before falling were reccurrent and it is what happened.Something's gonna happen very soon.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
fly
As if you had wings
as if you are not afraid to fall
with the thought that injuries would soon heal
and become the rain to be one with the universe
and quench the earth or rejuvenate flowers
become sunlight to make gold jealous.
as if you are not afraid to fall
with the thought that injuries would soon heal
and become the rain to be one with the universe
and quench the earth or rejuvenate flowers
become sunlight to make gold jealous.
Uni Life
Sometimes I wish I was a bird.Many people sheer away from people who are uni students.They have that pre-conceived idea that these studs are somewhat superior to others which is not only a lie but a huge fallacy.For me its just a door,a room,the other side of seeing things,just a step forward or backward,a degree is a piece of paper cos' you don't need to go to uni to be dedicated.A certificate or whatever is just a piece of paper..I can choose to burn it at anytime cos its not my whole...give me a rock and i'll build a castle at anytime.I've lost 3 potential girlfriends cos' I've mentionned that I was uni student.Sometimes I wish I was a bird.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
amnesiac
I wish i could recall my memories like they were some tapes or dvds that even time cannot erase.
I can say that I had a happy childhood.There were always gifts awaiting my brother and me at the foot of the Christmas tree,well decorated by my loving mother on the eve.I have been overwhelmed by emotions to the point of forgeting the minor details that can make one's heart smile or even be the motivator when the blackout dawns upon.
Childhood was resumed to playing and fun.Back then,a friend could still be called a friend. Fun was associated with building of kites,picking of sugar canes bare handed and eating them using teeth as knives,watching unexperienced friends swan dive into some type of dam or coming back with fish.Riding bicycles with newly found friends in random sugar cane field road tracks with no idea of where it would lead us to.Getting burnt by the sun and having blood oozing from one's nose resulting from prolonged exposure to sunlight.This was THE life.Adventurous at heart,we would walk towards the quietude of a lake and explore its surroundings and one day i remember seeing naked women taking their bath in a river.The laughters and smile they had were not similar to those of being upset or angry but it was a funny expression.We just continued our way.
I might have suffered memory loss but some things seem to come on and off.I have to recall,I must recall.
Amongst some other memories were the 'drive' for football.I am not a football fan and always despise that sport apart from the pleasures of playing it just for fun.I recall only two 'main' matches....one which ended at 8pm and where I nearly 'slept outside' as punishment of returning home late.There were no mobile phones at that time and what could a 7 year old do if the football playground is 2hours walk and in the middle of sugar cane fields? I had to wait for the elders to pack up so as to be accompanied.My dislike for football grew since very young.I didnt find any pleasure in supporting a particular team.I was always the goal keeper of any football team my neighbourhood friends would constitute.And instead of scoring,I'd become the net.
My self-esteem was crushed since very young and I blame my primary teacher for that.I still remember her looks whenever I had done something innappropriate in terms of wrongly answering questions.It began by comparing me to my elder brother,then sarcastic remarks and complete disregard to what we were at that time.Kids.Kids whose parents were working hard and who have left their projeny in the hands of someone who can potentially cause damage to a child,someone who knows nothing of the exterior world.And at the age of 13, I started flirting with suicide.I was in the darkest moods ever and wondered how I managed to survive this on my own without any one.Self esteem is very crucial.Its like the water which keeps the flower alive,especially when it has just bloomed.Replacing the water everytime would be renewal of life blood.
I don't remember crying whenever school days gave me no reason to smile.But at second thought,I kept everything inside.
To be continued......
I can say that I had a happy childhood.There were always gifts awaiting my brother and me at the foot of the Christmas tree,well decorated by my loving mother on the eve.I have been overwhelmed by emotions to the point of forgeting the minor details that can make one's heart smile or even be the motivator when the blackout dawns upon.
Childhood was resumed to playing and fun.Back then,a friend could still be called a friend. Fun was associated with building of kites,picking of sugar canes bare handed and eating them using teeth as knives,watching unexperienced friends swan dive into some type of dam or coming back with fish.Riding bicycles with newly found friends in random sugar cane field road tracks with no idea of where it would lead us to.Getting burnt by the sun and having blood oozing from one's nose resulting from prolonged exposure to sunlight.This was THE life.Adventurous at heart,we would walk towards the quietude of a lake and explore its surroundings and one day i remember seeing naked women taking their bath in a river.The laughters and smile they had were not similar to those of being upset or angry but it was a funny expression.We just continued our way.
I might have suffered memory loss but some things seem to come on and off.I have to recall,I must recall.
Amongst some other memories were the 'drive' for football.I am not a football fan and always despise that sport apart from the pleasures of playing it just for fun.I recall only two 'main' matches....one which ended at 8pm and where I nearly 'slept outside' as punishment of returning home late.There were no mobile phones at that time and what could a 7 year old do if the football playground is 2hours walk and in the middle of sugar cane fields? I had to wait for the elders to pack up so as to be accompanied.My dislike for football grew since very young.I didnt find any pleasure in supporting a particular team.I was always the goal keeper of any football team my neighbourhood friends would constitute.And instead of scoring,I'd become the net.
My self-esteem was crushed since very young and I blame my primary teacher for that.I still remember her looks whenever I had done something innappropriate in terms of wrongly answering questions.It began by comparing me to my elder brother,then sarcastic remarks and complete disregard to what we were at that time.Kids.Kids whose parents were working hard and who have left their projeny in the hands of someone who can potentially cause damage to a child,someone who knows nothing of the exterior world.And at the age of 13, I started flirting with suicide.I was in the darkest moods ever and wondered how I managed to survive this on my own without any one.Self esteem is very crucial.Its like the water which keeps the flower alive,especially when it has just bloomed.Replacing the water everytime would be renewal of life blood.
I don't remember crying whenever school days gave me no reason to smile.But at second thought,I kept everything inside.
To be continued......
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Desir desir
Je caresse le reve de suivre des cours d'arts.Mais je ne sais si ce desir va se dissiper car dans ma tete je n'imagine pas ce que cela va etre mais je veux juste etre dans ce merveilleux endroit pour apprendre de nouvelles choses et m'expimer a travers des dessins.
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