Cry For The Moon

Part 1: Shoot The Moon



Hide forever it cannot,
What lies beneath will always stay there,
By fate it reveals, exposes and bare;

As it lay,
To touch and embrace it no one dares,
Why is it the truth you cannot bear?

*

Temples of gold,
Streaks of glory,
Aces on a high,
She knew both faces of the coin.

Temples of gold,
Streaks of glory,
As she began her descent,
The world she knew she must change.

*

Providence to Enlightenment,
Enlightenment to Epiphanies,
Epiphanies to Hope,
Hope to Reach,
Reach to Grasp,
Grasp to Action,
Action to Ultimatum,
Ultimatum to Despair,
Despair finally falls to Silence.




Part 2: Slicing the Moon



The nail that sticks out gets nailed in,
The hedge that grows more gets trimmed thin,
The will of one gets oppressed until it crumbles within.

Here humanity rears its ugly head,
Follow the norms, live like how they said,
From radiance to revolutions,
All progress is dead.

Walking down the corridor,
It never mattered to her anymore,
For every passed chained cell door,
No one listens or stops for,
Dead men talking,
Dead Man Walking.

*

With the novelty of rope-leash to place one's head in,
Positioned on a wooden podium,
She saw the savagery of human and kin,
How pathetic we were and will become,
And instinctively knew how it will all shut in.

For there will always be
Revolutionaries killed,
Inquiry poisoned,
Radicalism burned,
Freedom plagued,
Questions purged,
Marvels vanquished,
Messengers crucified;



All because they had something different to prove.

-EvaLuna

Friday, June 4, 2010

Rose Garden

Touched and tainted,
A tainted flower she wanted no more;

Waited she did,
Until the day she could find
A stalk so pure;

Seasons shift,
The will of taint was ignored;

Alas,
Eve arises,
All's left
Were roses on the floor.

Blatantly shutting hopes that soar,
Her heart mourns for her dreams they tore.

-EvaLuna

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

When We Were Beautiful

It has past. Exam is finished. It feels now like the calm after the storm, the end of the world's destruction just like in 2012. And now I'm sitting here with a nose running faster than Usain Bolt, trying to think up of things to type out here.

I've always told myself that if possible, I try not to make posts in my blog about me. Why? Because it is so typical for bloggers to put sooo much about their narcissistic selves. What I ate for my lunch. What I did to waste 5 hours of my time. Please. What is in your stomach, stays there and who would want to know how boring you were back then?

I would like people to blog about something that really matters. It's not a standard everyone must adhere to, but at least write about something that interests people. Talk about something interesting, some events you had, how nice people were to you, what you think of this and that.
Blogs are more meant to speak what you think, not what you were doing.




And here we enter a time warp...that separates the above text from the coming one below. Yes, my friends. It took me a month to post it up. From November to December. Guess I just didn't have the mood, with holidays, gaming and stuff.

A lot of things have happened during the holidays, and I'm not really sure how to post it all up. It might have been fun, it might have been worrisome, and it was a little out of everything. As I sit here typing all this, I still wonder what actually to fill this blank space of blogging. A type a sentence. Pause. Type again. Think. It has never been this hard, wonder what's going on.

Have you ever had moments where you wished that you can experience how people were feeling then? Peering through people's memories by blogs, somehow we get this feeling that we wished that we could enjoy the splendor of company. You feel envy. Maybe it's a sign of loneliness, that we want a sense of belonging. A sensible person would know how to handle it but never be able to shrug it off completely. Somehow one would feel he wished that he was in the comfort of the friends he wanted to be while the friend was having fun without him.

Have you ever had moments of self-reflection? You just think about yourself. Not narcissism like i mentioned, but thinking about why we act that way. Not many people can think of themselves in an analytical way. "We aren't robots or sheets of data", so say people, but failure to analyse yourself is failure to understand yourself. It could be about anything, like why would I get so angry and always lose control to seek revenge? (example) If identify this problem of this and calmly look into it like a normal problem, hey, don't we feel better in the end? An eye for an eye makes everyone blind, yet I wear glasses. :D
Wow that just sounded like Oprah. :S

Sometimes I do wonder how I get the inspiration to wiggle my fingers over the keyboard going 'Tap, tap' on the keyboard to write some stuff like this down. I find music quite inspirational. Some nice music, meaningful lyrics to bring some tone into writing work. Music is my key generator. Haha.

But another side, I feel somewhat tired to post stuff here. I mean, come on, who actually reads this. A person or two? You gotta be kidding me. You can say no, but it shows man. They say assumption is the mother of all f*** ups, but it apparently happens in everyone. It's easily assumed that the posts here won't...



get far.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

One

In my school, they're having debate auditions, the motion is :

"Is it morally permissible to take an innocent life to save the lives of many others?"

As you know, in a debate, everyone's a hypocrite, each having own ideas on what they're gonna say, yet in the end switch sides, switch points just to win.

So, in the end, is it morally permissible?

I've heard many good points and negations from listening to the many debaters, especially from ISKL this year. At the way you look at it, maybe it is worth it. Lets say if you just sacrificed one person, you can save the lives of a hundred people in hostage. Bear in mind that this single person is COMPLETELY innocent. But then they will say lives cannot be valued. Life has no value. One is not directly worth another or more. It isn't proportional.

On the other hand, what if it was a beggar you was sacrificing? Changes your mind? Debaters then counter by saying what if it was Mother Theresa you're letting them kill to save the lives of 100000 people. What if it was President Obama.

In many religions, it says never to kill. But tell me, what if the world was about to end, and you had to kill just one clean person to save everyone? Still have any qualms?

But the main problem is that is it morally right? When you look at saving so many others, maybe yes. Then debaters say, would you kill your mother to save your entire family? In a heroic way, yes. But then they would ask you if killing your mother is moral. They would have led you halfway towards their side of the motion.

Life cannot be valued, yes. Reminds me of the time I watched The Dark Knight. The part where the Joker had held two boats full of people hostage. One was with civilians, the other with prisoners. If one didn't bomb the other boat, then they will end up dead. In the end, they could not do it. The civilians realised that though they were criminals, those were still lives.

As for as I know, in Buddhism, you are not allowed to kill. No one has the right to take the life of another. Under any circumstances. Even mercy killing.

So tell me, would you rather see the one you love suffer in inhumane pain, or end his/her misery and kill her? Though how much he/she begs for death, if you kill her your hands will be of sin and blood. But that's what I do not understand. We cannot kill, I understand that, but..they asked for it. Isn't it supposed to be an act of compassion? Yet, we are not allowed to take the life of another. It always comes down to the dilemma of great suffering, or to end one's misery.

This post was inspired by Metallica's song, One. If you read the lyrics I'm sure you would understand.


I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone Im just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

I watched the music video. It was saddening, really. This man served as a soldier. But he ended up getting blasted by a mine. And he was in something like a coma. But his inside was conscious. He couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't see. He was treated so intensively, with tubes all attached to him, his face covered. The only thing he could do was speak to himself by thoughts, oh how he wailed and cried inside because he could not do anything, he had nightmares in his sleep. How he wanted his misery to end. And he wanted to die. He conveyed the message by Morse code with his fingers. And yet in the end he was left to live, just lying in the hospital, no knowing what will come next, all because his superiors would not let him die. Left to suffer in pitch black, and totally unable to tell whether he was suffering in reality or was it all a dream.

Honestly, if it was the matter of the whole world or taking one's life, I cannot bring myself to do it. :/

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Quickie To Black

Okay, I'm gonna make this real quick. It's 1 a.m here, I gotta wake up early tomorrow.

I'm hell of a busy this weekend, can't see Wobbles and Cuddles much.

Who's Cuddles? Well it's the rabbit. The rabbit that is the exact same one from Happy Tree Friends that gets so brutally murdered so often.

Finally finished my speech about paradoxes, though I don't think it is completely that good yet, still lacks factual content. Though I'm afraid if I make it more factual, people won't understand, and yet a rule in speaking is to never dummify your speech, if people don't understand, let them stay stupid. Gosh, retards.

I'm really happy that Design Your Universe is out, I absolutely love it.



~~Sometimes I feel like I don't have the words
Sometimes I feel like I'm not being her
And then I fear I'm feeling nothing more

Sometimes I feel I don't want to change
And think we all have to rearrange
And now I feel there's no more losing me~~

-S. Rose

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Re-presentation/ representation/ presentation/ whatever

Lately I've been very intrigued with this quote:

"Don't cry because it's over, be happy that it happened"

This means a lot...for everything...


Okay, presentation time:

If you weren't as blind that I think you are I think you would notice that I finally have a pseudonym for the author of the blog. Some of you might be familiar with the name, well for those people, YOU HAD IT COMING.

Why a girl's name? Oh, I don't know. Perhaps the same reason people name ships in the name of ladies. The S.S. Ruby. The R.M.S Helga. 0.0

Perhaps its the same reason why you call it two DAUGHTER cells, not two son cells.

It might be some sort of chauvinism, but I'm not sure which way. But just let things be. It's better to not oppose it :D Same way, aren't you glad that it is Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve?

Hmm, maybe I'll start naming the stuff around me with girls' names just to make my point. I've already named my yoyo as 'Esther'..maybe I'll name my handphone 'Jeanette' instead. ROFL. xDXDXD.

Why do I insist i put characteristics (just names =.=) of the opposite gender? I dunno. Lol. Even in game I wanna make my character female. Just for the fun of it. Haha. In reality children usually have a stronger affiliation and affection towards the parent of the opposite gender. Maybe it works these days too. It's all psychology.

Representation..many times I've thought before, what if there's someone that you THINK you know over the Net, really turns out to be someone else? Lets say you like this fella very much. You met on the Net and chat a lot over the net. Little would you know that that person is actually of the same gender. 0.0 Congratulations, you've just made yourself one step closer towards the confusion of your sexual orientation.

Ahh..the power of the Net. With it you can PRESENT yourself as anybody whom you want to be. What if I, who you chat with on the net, turns out to be someone else? What if it was a girl named Sophie? That's why playing with the Net is quite dangerous. You can't simply open up so freely..even JY once chatted with my mom instead of me :D

That's why in my opinion, hooking up with someone you meet on the Internet is plain stupid. Unless you know the person, in real life. Some people might say, "NO! I know her/him very well! I chat with her everyday!" Wake up, stupid. On the Internet even I can act as anything I want. I swear I can act as a chick and flirt with you and you wouldnt even know it's a 16 year old boy behind one end of the computer screen laughing so hard until he accidentally shuts down the computer. I can act cute, helpless, Ah-Lianish, act cool, all just to attract strangers.

I never will do such things with my friends. I hope they won't too. Unless they want to mess around, role play, etc. *smiles devilishly*

Oh yeah..I've seen some oddities about people writing descriptions about themselves before. Lets say you've added someone on Facebook..someone's self description actually tells a lot about himself/herself.

I absolutely hate descriptions like " I'm a normal dude/ I'm an ordinary girl living an ordinary life, typical mediocre,etc ,etc"

You're directly telling all of us that you're just plain boring. Come on, everyone's unique, has that special 'oomph' in them. Tell us why you're unique. Everyone is, only they're stupid enough to think they're like pixels in a computer, all same.

Another one I', annoyed with is: " I'm me'.

I am me.

That is so freaking obvious.

Okay, you say you are yourself. Can I say NO?

First impressions are important. But in the end it doesnt really matter. If you love someone just by first impressions, you are no better than an Ah Lian.

That's pretty much it..I've got a freaking sore throat and have a raspy voice..that's why I didn't dare to verbally greet Esther :D

I might sound like Marge from The Simpsons instead.

Friday, October 9, 2009

You Very Well Know What I Can Make You Think

Another post, it seems has invaded my blog. :P

You know when I make a post in my blog, it means that I've had this idea maybe weeks ago, only procrastinated so much to put it here NOW. And also the fact that it was a bit hard finding some resources. Yeah, you'd probably call that excuses. Anyway, here it is:

A long, long time ago in a blog not so many clicks away, Esther once put:

"He calls me.Excited,I run towards the sound of his voice,the bedroom.He catches me,and sweeps me off my feet.Gently,he lays me on the bed.I wait in excitement as he tells me to close my eyes.When I open my eyes,I purr delightedly to find a bowl of "friskees" in front of me!"



Notice the effect? I'll be damned if you can come up right to me and tell me you didn't think something else which was pretty suggestive by that short essay. But it's just our nature, whether it is just us overlooking things and seeing things for what they are really not. Something we take things as so subtle that we forget a lot about its literal translation, and soon find out that nothing else was intended EXCEPT the literal translation itself.

Why so? Because our minds are corrupt. Be proud of it. Lol. Here's another example:

"I want to rip open your tight blue shirt. I want to unwind you and lick your pure white cream. Enjoy, baby...

Enjoy....OREO"


P.S.: If you haven't ate OREOs before, you probably wouldn't understand at all. That makes you an idiot too. :P

Perhaps short sentences or essays like these are purposely meant to stimulate thoughts of the readers. Sure as hell ain't the right thoughts. I honestly don't really like to dub myself in stuffs like these, but today I'll make it an exception:

"You know that day I went to TGI Friday's. And when I went out of there after my dinner I could only say one thing: I like breasts. Soft, smooth, tender, succulent breasts.

Chicken breasts, of course. Served with cheese and sauteed vegetables."

I know it isn't much. But hey, it'll suffice for the moment.

In this post I'd like to invite a guest member :D. He shall help me to further get my point through.




Voila. This is Mick Foley. I'm sure none of you would know him. He's a pro-wrestler.

He used to be one of the hardcore legends in the WWE. U know hardcore, where anything goes and it's full of tables, ladders, chairs, bins, sledgehammers, pure blood, sweat and tears.



You can't help idolising him when you watch him in the ring, he can withstand almost any kind of punishment, no doubt he is the legend of Hardcore wrestling.

Okay, so where does he come into the picture?


This.






Oh yeah. His autobiography part two. Okay, alright. I used to have this book, probably bought it at a cheap fair sale where everything must go or they'll end up as toilet paper. Yeah...had it like 5 years ago. Anyway, now I can't find it..darn..

0.0 I think I might have...used it..in the toilet...

Darn, no wonder that last piece of tissue I used was very rough...who ever thought of using a 5 year tissue?!

Okay, so let me get to this part of his book, or whats left of it that escaped the toilet:


" I just recalled an interview I did several years ago that was deemed 'too graphic' even for ECW television. Because it never aired, this is a recollection that is being revealed for the first time. Keep in mind that this interview is being shot in extreme close-up fashion- with only my pained facial expression on the television screen of your imagination:




"You used to be mine, didn't you? Mine and mine alone.I could use you, and that was fine, because no one else could. Now when I lie awake, with you in my arms, I do so with the knowledge you've been held by other men. Used by them. Four or five in a single night. And I've had to watch it all, you cheap whore, and to pretend I like it when I see you go up and down, up and down, again and again, on their swollen throbbing heads. And you expect me not to care. When Tommy Dreamer spreads your legs and lowers himself on top of you for the whole dressing room to see? Well I do care, because I love you, and I always will, and I will always return to the one I love."


Now zoom the camera out to reveal me cradling a steel chair, which I will then passionately make out with until the camera in your mind fades out, you little pervert!

Not bad, huh? Maybe now that I've conquered the New York Times bestseller list, I will attempt that bastion of true creative writing - letters to the Penthouse."


Thanks Mick, now it's Marc again.

It's just the nature of minds that these happen. Lesson to learn: don't be too graphic guys. (and girls)

Such a grand finale for my post. I'm sorry this post took so long. This has indeed been a fun post.

Because...

In the end..

You Very Well Know What I Can Make You Think

Thursday, September 24, 2009