weeping map.

the map weeped, yearning for the little girl playing in the sun.

the little girl gave in to that soft murmur, and locked herself in the lightless vault, weeping silently with the map in her small hands. she almost did not make it back.

killer fusspot.

occupational hazard, i am an irritating killer fusspot.

the alarm rang.

time departs before it even lives, but dreams keep me breathing in this smothering tussle with time. this pack of lazy bones shall awake from rest.

stark naked.

i'm the naked chef of my little kingdom. stark naked, cos my kitchenette pride has been stripped to naught.

the spinach balls that i had spinned up on the baking tray two nights back somewhat unraveled themselves to be kang kong balls. no wonder there was an oddity in taste i could not quite explain.

i dislike greens. they are all cloned by nature to look identical, to confuse the already much muddled world.

the verdict.

a happy prince.

serious trespassing.

i am about to intrude into the kitchen's sacred grounds with my retarded culinary skills.

who mistakes ginger for a clove of garlic?
me.
who pieces minced beef together without egg/whatever that gets the crumbs to stick?
me.
who deep-fries without giving the oil even a few moments to heat up?
me.

i shan't go on any further.

oh, by the way, you reckon warm fuzzily baked garlic chicken, coupled with parmesan spinach balls and bacon sausages with a coat of brown sugar sound good?

i'm screwed.

goodbye cushioned clouds.

i've fallen. a force translated me harshly back in time. scenes of my life were played, and replayed in my denying disengaging mind. reality had never come this close.

while majority of the world burn in toil, i stood still and let the waves of time take me forward. arrogance filled me inside out, i believed that my talent and intelligence will get me anywhere that i wanted to be. hard work was sheer nonsense, it was what others needed to get by life, not me. total haughtiness.

thinking back, i feel small, almost coming close to being invisible. i had been easy on myself. i had never pushed myself to be who i could be. i just lived each day as it came, or maybe, i did not even live it. i just allowed time to pass, on its own. time and i were almost like two separate entities, with no connections.

i was lucky, i was showered with unexplained blessings. God has been so patient. despite it all, He led me to where i am, and made me who i am today. for this, i give thanks.

i was thrown off the cushioned clouds earlier this afternoon, a conversation jerked me back to actualities and i'm so grateful because i'm finally going to walk my life, every single instant of it. at long last, i'm going to start living. for me, life is honestly, truly, just beginning.

i have never been this fortunate.

pricked by the red pin.

have i ever whispered in your ears, and let you into my little sweet past, where i was drawn to pain?

it numbs, and tears me away, from what others call happiness.

literature in depth.

Closer caught me unaware, what beautiful literature. i studied it, and it choked me, killing my thoughts. it is addictive, it draws you in, wishing to find answers to countless questions that made you doubt the lovers who reside in this living world.

emotions seem most beautiful when they hurt. they seem so right, the misery, and darkness. that unspoken mystery behind pain is always penned in melancholiac colors, blues which tempt you to take a step further. sink in if you could, it tells you.

lies and lust occupied the scripts, love was the absent cast, what a world they lived in. was that the peculiar world i could never quite fit in? probably.

i'm in my own world now, so beautiful literature no longer matters, i would just like to hold on to this beautiful life, which i now call ours.