tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59794042011-04-22T03:54:09.876+08:00Unknown Intuitions 1The stray thoughts of my minddeadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1129548615791676172005-10-17T17:19:00.000+08:002005-10-18T00:09:31.263+08:00PROMOS are finally over. Let me gasp and take a breath of drowned air.None have come to this blog anymore, it has died. So it means it is safe to come out again.Like the possum who plays dead so will I.What can I say, i 've already done that. Played dead in so many more ways that its hard to know whence was I alive. I long to write again but i know that none of my works are particularly great. deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1126542297166633472005-09-13T00:04:00.000+08:002005-09-13T00:24:57.173+08:00The dark stone column loomed above them. Coloured to midnight, light was sucked into it. A perpetual black abyss that shot straight up, touched Earth and sky, slicing reality into a half.Trees and water from lakes poured into this hungry entity, the unstatiable emptiness, never satisfied, uncontented until its gaping hunger was filled.Never had the light failed to pierce such impervious armor as deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1121529840185304662005-07-16T23:23:00.000+08:002005-07-17T00:04:04.976+08:00I feel sad.We all feel down sometimes. But there's just sad.It has a totally different feel to things. Feeling depressed is an almost too false a feeling, as if you're supposed to feel happy, people are happy around you, you know you are supposed to be happy but then, there you are just feeling down and out of your mind. You feel like crawling into some dark corner away from everybody else, curl deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1120061472357446922005-06-29T22:46:00.000+08:002005-06-30T21:06:46.570+08:00WE all have secrets....Haha, no DUH!But how dark is yours? It'd be very foolish to say mines darker than yours, or yours is darker than mine... Yet i think to all of us secrets ARE dark, then they wouldn't be secrets, would they?YEt to start of with this topic on secrets makes you anticipate that i might be leaking off someone elses secret, but no i'm not going to. Trust is only established if deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1119883523437927672005-06-27T21:56:00.000+08:002005-06-27T22:45:23.993+08:00It has been freaking long since, i've blogged. More than a month but i don't think anybody will be reading this anyway.WE give up our dreams to provide satisfaction to others. Sometimes its hard to compplete an act with nobody behind you supporting you. And I realised that i was right. You can do things by yourself.LIke giving up writing, because you're sick and tired of hearing people tell you deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1115655582158067762005-05-09T23:30:00.000+08:002005-05-10T23:26:49.916+08:00Leaving was always hard for him. The waves, the goodbyes, the glistening eyes of unwanted, unshed tears of sorrow. Unabashed heartache at seeing someone you love recede into the background of that station of thousand goodbyes.You wave at them, sticking your hand out that window, flailing at them into the rushing wind. They hesitate, but in the end, raise their hand in return from that nest of deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1115016952635101662005-05-02T14:27:00.000+08:002005-05-02T14:55:52.636+08:00Define life?Not understood in its many ways.It is a cat stretching its back in a luscious purr,A hiding conscience, ready to sneak up on you when you least expect it to.Define life?Loss time made, Spare time given.Nonchalant in its rewards and punishments.No doubt, a cruel master.Define life?Yet how should i put it?Not birth, nor death, nor time thats spent.It is a multitude of sorts, in its waysdeadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1112372624505822732005-04-01T22:00:00.000+08:002005-04-02T00:23:44.510+08:00JudyJudy Jubilee was her name. She had spent the fortnight at her aunt's place, a corner on the derelict block that was chipped at its sides, like it had been tossed and missed a few times by the hands of rain and earth.Yet she liked that crumble of cement, an old fashioned character; of grannies and their treacherous climb to their floors, lugging along their daily rations of milk and cookies; deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1112014952791059982005-03-28T20:20:00.000+08:002005-03-28T21:02:32.793+08:00BubbleLooking up i saw for the first time, a giant bubble.Glistening in the still air of the cellar, reflecting light into the multi colours of the rainbow.So pretty, i said to myself.I looked closer and saw that the bubble was empty.No, i said to myself. Bubbles should not be empty, bubbles should be filled with happy stuff, like sunlight; kites; laughter; kisses; hugs.The bubble hung there in deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1111761534815542032005-03-25T22:34:00.000+08:002005-03-28T20:19:18.730+08:00I just watched the DVD my friend Bella lent me. Its called 'Donnie Darko', its very beautiful and sad show. So is its theme song, here are the lyrics. Say it in a very slow beating way. It has a ring of truth to it. Just love the show."Mad World"All around me are familiar facesWorn out places, worn out facesBright and early for their daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhereTheir tears are filling deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1111507411192501222005-03-22T22:50:00.000+08:002005-03-23T00:04:50.600+08:00Rites of FireDoom!Doom!Doom!Doom!The cylindrical drums boomed in tempo, a harsher rhythm at an even harsher pace. The thrumming of a giant heart, held inside a malevolent structure of fire. The beat with a fervour of men posessed by some greater being of many arms, as they increased the clacking of the sticks against stretched skins. Arms bobbed in the air, raising and striking in accordance withdeadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1110989991333937302005-03-16T23:06:00.000+08:002005-03-17T00:19:51.336+08:00Time's ChildrenDusk had nowhere to go.Stuck in between night and day, in that glittering expanse of street.He could not give up the run and be-chased, so he made off, down the cul-de-sac of whitish tiles, polished to gleam against the glass windows above. He ran, clutching to his bony chest of dire hunger, wild binging on ennui and caffeinates.He gripped the sun in his left and moon in his right,deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1110464522940073592005-03-10T21:55:00.000+08:002005-03-28T21:32:22.473+08:00Dearly departed,Rest and be rested...Hold the red bloom of a flower to your chest and smile...Smile knowing that peace has now come.Hold that thought of timelessness in your mind and spread that smirk across your face.Mock the world for its folly,Its games and know in the end that you won.You won.Sitting in silence,Outshadow, oh unparted gloom.The blackening of a night that once glowed dim.Know deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1109855225670676202005-03-03T20:46:00.000+08:002005-03-03T21:07:05.673+08:00Do you know the whisperer?The whisperer?The whisperer?Do you know the whisperer,Who lives inside your mind.Yes, i know the whisperer.The whisperer.The whisperer.Yes, i know the whisperer,who lives inside my mind.And do you know the pricker man?The pricker man?The pricker man?And do you know the pricker man,Who lives inside your mind.Yes, i know the pricker man.The pricker man.The pricker man.Yes,deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1108220766116214742005-02-12T22:39:00.000+08:002005-02-12T23:06:06.116+08:00He called her in.Not to talk, but to hold her.Hold her close, not to contemplate their loss.Their loss of one month, their baby's birthday.I'm not there. Not there with you.Not there for happy days, by the swing in the playground.Not there to show you my new tooth.Gape at your joyful faces, seduce you with my charms.Walk with you.You hold my hand and let go. No support.To lands of candied dreams deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1107867056394003072005-02-08T20:43:00.000+08:002005-02-08T20:50:56.393+08:00They laboured in the sticky mud of the plantations that was Disgrove. Father and son toiled in the hot boiling sun under the watchful eyes of the Slavers, who patrolled in the vicinity. Their menacing whips kept in hand for easy use and reaction to any faltering slaves. The pace of planting the seedlings in the mud for growth must not be slowed down, the figerls; a rare plant used in the deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1106981232813223702005-01-29T13:47:00.000+08:002005-01-29T14:47:12.813+08:00Little Bird
It was unfortunate. The bird in the tree had flown off, a weighty string tied to its little bird legs.
Pulling it down, it must be so hard to fly, little bird.
It must be so hard, to know that you can never fly as far as you want, or fly as high as you want to either. Then after all that struggle to reach to top, you just drop back down, helpless in flight and soaring technique. deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1106931891447379642005-01-29T01:27:00.000+08:002005-01-29T01:04:51.446+08:00I went to watch a dance performance by these professional male dancers today at the jubilee hall in raffles hotel.
It was fantastic! They can really dance! They are all so young too about 19, 20 years of age. they can do splits and things. But the thing is that they were really good lookers. All of them had skin i can never ever have.
A reminder of the things i'll be able to achieve and never to deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1106662058686702552005-01-25T19:25:00.000+08:002005-01-25T22:08:51.416+08:00Hello, like my new picture?
I decided to change it, I got too sick of seeing that person's foot. A bit off looking isn't it? My blog I mean.
That was all i could do today, i had a hard time setting up the photo, and the top part is like cut off. So here is my plea to html wizards out there.
PLEASE tell me how to shift the picture down, all i can seem to do is elongate it.
Oh yeah and one more deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1102178438661874292004-12-04T23:54:00.000+08:002004-12-31T21:44:46.393+08:00Here's a little something that i wrote for fun. Trying to improve my wirtting skills.
It's called The Death Parody.
Hope you like it, and no more sexual connotations from anybody, give CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms, ones that i can actually work with.
Hope you enjoy it.
For the first time, in a very long time. She stopped doing her job.
She just couldn’t carry on any longer, the faces, the tears, thedeadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1099407967184103342004-11-02T19:49:00.000+08:002004-11-03T23:18:01.183+08:00Its over. Its finally over, the PROMOS i mean.
I will not say what i got, its unsatisfactory to me.
Not up to my expectations at all.
But its over, thats that. But i'm not writing today, to complain about my day or to bitchslap anybody. i've decided to write a little descriptive/ narrative.
It's nothing fancy, but just tell me how it goes and how i can improve on what i write.
Untitled
deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1098069751453323872004-10-18T10:53:00.000+08:002004-10-18T11:22:31.453+08:00Whomever put that post on Ahmad's blog, reveal yourself.
I want to know who was the fucking one who put up that stupid comment.
He is not to blame for those anti-depressents that i took. YOU STUPID NUMALREKKA!
If you think that blaming him for what happens to me, will make me feel better. GET REAL!
My problems are my own, not his, not yours.
Did you know how much you spoiled my morning?
I was deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1097046026644749952004-10-06T14:13:00.000+08:002004-10-06T15:00:26.643+08:00Today was one hell of a day.
Many things happened today, which would be the main reason why i'm blogging today.
Firstly, today's happenings has changed my perspective on a few people.
Secondly, i'm not going to talk about it.
You see, my classs told me not to, to keep what happened within my class, so putting everything up on my blog would be a sort of betrayal and treason towards my class, rightdeadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1096868003736497382004-10-04T13:15:00.000+08:002004-10-04T13:33:23.736+08:00The calling its there.
Its calling me, its sweet tune of peace and destruction. Volatile, i say. The volatile enviroment of life in school. Its dangerous, life is dangerous.
I've moved on to an even more difficult phase in my life. My mental state of mind is slipping into the borderlands. They are watching, always watching me. The crowd, them who stalk the night. Reality has finally blurred into deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1096356020253984272004-09-28T14:40:00.000+08:002004-09-28T15:26:29.666+08:00Looks like i'm forced to this step to write online.
I'm writing in school in now, the computer at home got fucked up.
The god of the IT world forbids me to write on my blog at home. The screen actually gets fazed out when i try to write and the cursor vanishes.
Anyways, it has been long a few monthes already right?
Its a bit unnerving to write your thoughts down when somebody is sitting right deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1093614915561301512004-08-27T20:37:00.000+08:002004-08-27T21:55:15.560+08:00Common Tests are bloody over.
Now PROMOS!!!! bloody shit, with cream on top.
These few days have been a rollercoaster ride for me, an emotional one at that. U.I. I know what you're thinking, NO, i'm not in love.
But a mental rollercoaster ride, bordering on insanity. The thing with me is that, my mental condition is not very stable. Sometimes i tend to go on the very extreme side. Like a few daysdeadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1093085144597828692004-08-21T17:45:00.000+08:002004-08-21T18:45:44.596+08:00Firstly, the purpose of this post is to answer the questions that adreanna put up on my blog.
Her first question, "Is it fair to deem something you wish to have but cannot possess as sickening just because you are deprived of it's joy?"
My answer, " Yes its fair. Fair to me, of course. Hello, i'm the one being deprived here, its the same thing, if you were going on a diet, wouldn't you say that deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1092842271873410462004-08-18T21:52:00.000+08:002004-08-18T23:17:51.873+08:00It has been like what? Two monthes since i blogged.
Yeah around there, the computer has finally been fixed, and i can blog again.
Today's topic is not of recent events but is a U.I., an Unknown Intuition. A snippet of what i feel.
Love.
Everybody's experienced it. Well not exactly everbody, but you know what i mean.
To tell you the truth, i'm sick of the cliche of going through, describing what deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1090290842142664192004-07-20T10:22:00.000+08:002004-07-20T13:35:44.003+08:00It has been very long since i blogged.
Many factors and obstacles have been blocking me, holding me back from blogging.
Its like the god of the internet does not want me to blog. I know that is just a lame excuse. But like everything else, life is but a lame excuse to live, you know what i mean.
The internet in my house is shut down, stupid virus. Everytime i try going onto the internet, the deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1088934020846803012004-07-04T17:23:00.000+08:002004-07-04T17:40:20.846+08:00Sorry it has been this long since i blogged.
The enul punished me and Clement from using the computer and the playstation for the rest of the month of June because we forgot to turn on her bloody washing machine while she was away, anyways that is old news. I just wrote finished a play with my friend its called 'Dessert'. Have i told you all how it goes? Well anyways, its good to put in this deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1086448652206093102004-06-05T22:40:00.000+08:002004-06-05T23:17:32.206+08:00I am SO Bloody Fucking PISSED!!!
That effing Bitch stood me up again ,for two times, she stood me up.
We were supposed to meet so she can pay me what she owes me. 85 bucks, yeah thats what she owes me. My birthday was utterly ruined by her. I was in this brooding black mood the whole day. In my mind i was thinking of the numerous ways i can kill her. I was SO angry, i told you i have an anger deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1085894392787907522004-05-28T12:59:00.000+08:002004-05-30T13:19:52.786+08:00The enul caught sight of the bandage on my arm.
Shit right?
We were on our way back home from dinner, we were in the lift, when she questioned me about the bandage on my arm. Talk about having no place to run.
This was the conversation.
She says," Why you got a bandage on your arm again, that thing haven't heal yet, is it? Don't tell me that got infection ah..."
I say," No, yesterday we had to deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1085659369541861712004-05-27T19:17:00.000+08:002004-05-27T20:02:49.543+08:00Nice right? nice right? Ahmad did it for me, 'cause i suck at html. I just want to say THANK YOU Ahmad. Well lets come to most interesting part of today.
Today i had a mental breakdown.
Yeah a real mental breakdown, the whole moody type. It started this morning, i was feeling depressed, i don't know why but it must be those things teenagers go through from time to time. Well i was feeling really,deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1082702234117914882004-04-23T14:29:00.000+08:002004-04-23T14:41:22.186+08:00Today is the Finals...
I'm am so nervous even though i am not the one speaking. I have just a few moments before i change and get ready to go off to Unity.
So i'll make this quick, Syah just message me today to tell me that she wanted to pass me another $50. Finally, but as i was going home today, she messaged me that she had lost her bankbook and will try looking for it, i mean what does she deadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979404.post-1077811458547347562004-02-26T23:37:00.000+08:002004-02-27T00:07:09.326+08:00Today is the day before the resutls come out. So i had waited until now to then write my will, i thought it would be appropriate. As you all know that today might be the last entry that i'll put into this blog. So here goes my will..
I, Christopher C. Fok Jian Liang, son of my parents, Fok Ngai Chong & Edelwissa Chavaria Fok. Hereby leave my most prize possesions upon knowledge of immediate deathdeadnessmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491634138305929521noreply@blogger.com