Bienvenu

Wolves among the sheeps...

2007-05-09T21:15:00.000+08:00

There is no need for restraint. We have been tied down for so long. Our stomach growls, our lips sneer in anticipation, saliva dripping at the sides. We have been sharpening our claws, our fangs...the hunger is burning. It yearns to be fulfilled.

They live in packs, their succulent minds filled with the thought of security with numbers. We know better. Each and everyone of them, lives in fear within. Fear of their very neighbours, those beside them. Though hand in hand, their purpose is not to ensure the survival of the collective - but that of one self's....They know not the thoughts of their friends, but trust not likely what they see. Fear of betrayal, fear of losing in rank, fear of being push into nothingness.

Ah, but they are not docile. They bite and claw like trapped animals. Not against their fear, but against each other and anything else that threatens that security that they hold dear to themselves. No, my furry friends, they are not easy meat. In a group, they are strong.

But we are stronger! We who live within and without...In isolation. In packs. In legionnaires. We yield to our fears, knowing that when all is lost, there is nothing more to lose and everything is to be gained! We have roamed among them, savouring that delicious anxiety that fumes from their very flesh....The beating hearts that give them life, like war beacons signaling our senses. Our feet soundless, we roamed among them....

It is time.
To pick them off one at a time. They are confuse. Unsure of themselves, unsure of what is to become. Their numbers slackened, their walls crashing around their beady eyes. They look at each other, hoping one would stand up to lead them away from this immense fear that we bring. And so, there are stronger ones among them that do so. But nay, we are stronger! One by one, one at a time. We feed...

It is time.
To end the beginning.

Who, what, when , where , why...

2006-10-23T17:25:00.000+08:00

At what time did i slept,
At what time did i woke,
At what time did speak the foolishness i spoke,

At when did i met her,
At when did i part,
At when did me, i acted too smart,

At where was her heart,
At where was mine,
At where did we started to go blind.

At whose side did she lie,
At whose side was i on,
At whose windows were we looking from,

At how did i fell asleep,
At how did i woke up,
At how did fairy tales became corrupt...

Strawberries ^.^

2006-10-22T11:48:00.000+08:00

Life is what i see through this little girl's eyes,
The folding and unfolding of miracles and mist,
Desires, lust and fantasies....
Across the plains of floating lilies.

I held onto her little fingers as she dashed down the slippery stairs,
Her brown bonnet floating past my sight,
Momentarily blinding that smile from me,
Creating a moment of lost and fright..

"Here, take the key...", she said to me.
"I have held on to it too long indeed"
"It is time i passed it on"
"So that more you may see"

I couldn't , i told myself...
Must it come to this end.
That fate can never be changed.
She will wait she said,
30 months and 3 decades.

Life is what i see through this little girl's eyes,
The folding and unfolding of lust and mist,
Desires, lust and fantasies....
Across the plains of floating lilies.

It is my turn to let someone see,
From my eyes the future lies,
This journey begun with me...
From that little girl beside the sea.

Hold my fingers little girl,
Grab on tight and let us fly,
Into something half divine.
Untill you have become me.

When the time comes to pass on the golden key,
Let on tears but do not cry,
I will always be there,
As was she, at that bridge that divides,
The silent from the free.....

Mundus Vult Decipi

2006-10-21T10:20:00.000+08:00

Upon this desert that i stood,
I drew a line across the floor,
A vow like brittle glass,
How long would it last,

Across this simple line,
All beauty divine,
Behind this row of sand,
My pauper's piece of land.

I could see beyond this line,
Like an eagle with crystal eyes,
Reading those faces and lips,
My heart sense, the future eclipse,

To see so little and know so much,
Eyeing all things with ice cold heart,
Is it Pridos that besieged me,
Nil, i said...for my heart still burns.

I could not reach across and touch that hand,
Less i invite troubles un-end.
Here, lines were drawn that can be razed,
Like simple rules broken with haste.

You know not the story i had once written,
During Corruscant 1947,
Secrets onces told are puppets without strings,
Here lies truths in spinning rings.

I know you my little girl, and you, and you....
It is a friend's gift, a lover's curse and pride's hold,
Here, at this line i have a choice bethrothed to Man,
To reach across that chair and hold the hand....

Indecisive - Empty Decorations

2006-10-08T10:23:00.000+08:00

I wake in the dark
Showers of light
Moments of emptiness around
Floating away
No rays of hope
Reality brings me to the ground

What can I do?
What can I say?
I need a place to hide away
Just for a while, just for a smile
Just for the life I used to know

For every song was filled with words of love and not of anger
What if they go?
What if they leave me far behind?

'Cause I don't wanna be alone.. (uh oh)
Living life for on my own (uh oh)
I don't want to live my life in isolation
Filled with empty decorations
'Cause I wanna be with people that I know
Who would do the things I do (uh oh)
Making all my dreams come true (uh oh)
I don't recognize the shadows at my door
Though I've seen them all before
Because the only thing I really want..
Is to be with you....

I look at the sky,
That looks back at me
I'm getting a silent melody
I know that I'm here
And I am lost
Alone and confusion by the breeze
Hiding my face, crying alone
I need to find my way back home
Back to the place
The wonderful days
Livin' the life I used to know

For every smile was born out of the love and our sincerity
And every tear from all the glowing joy

[chorus]x2
'Cause I don't wanna be alone.. (uh oh)
Living life for on my own (uh oh)
I don't want to live my life in isolation
Filled with empty decorations
'Cause I wanna be with people that I know
Who would do the things I do (uh oh)
Making all my dreams come true (uh oh)
I don't recognize the shadows at my door
Though I've seen them all before
Because the only thing I really want..
Is to be with you....

Is to be with you
Living life for on my own (uh oh)
I don't wanna live my life in isolation
Filled with empty decorations
'Cause I wanna be with people that I know
Who would do the things I do (uh oh)
Making all my dreams come true (uh oh)
I don't recognize the shadows at my door
Though I've seen them all before Because the only thing I really want..
Is to be with you....

Tap tap taptaptap.. Tap tap taptaptap...

2006-09-29T14:44:00.000+08:00

Simple souls of foolish fools,
Smitten hearts of little boys,
Sweeten ailes of lover's tales,
Sullen girls with pretty toys,

Burning torch of fiery fire,
Broken soul of beaten soldier,
Bitter touch of life's in dire,
Butter babies with no desire,

.....
.......
..........
.............

Solace in silence...

2006-09-21T21:44:00.000+08:00

Sitting on that hill,
We knew.
Our time was nearly up,
I knew you now...
Everything inside.

We were there that night,
The dimness of the light,
Tears brittle upon your eyes..
The smile painted against our pale complexion.

There was strength in sadness,
An attempt at braveness,
There was him and her,
Nothing else mattered.

And the world stood beside in awe,
In virgil,
Of each passing moment....
Before the death sentence,
In an illusion.

To stand strong until we leave.
We spoke of grandeurs,
Of times to come,
When everything ends,
When duty is done,

We shall meet again,
It was time to go,
There was no more sorrow.
When the tears would flow,

Only a smile to remember,
Because i was there that night,
I was by your side....

Care.

2006-09-17T11:08:00.000+08:00

Little girl and little boy,
Selfishness is not a toy,
It breaks hearts and tarnishes the soul,
And feeds your shadow with soil.

Don't lose hope and don't lose faith,
When tiredness comes to bear,
Like pounds of mindless flesh upon your bones,
Like carrying a bag full of stones.

Follow that little angel,
Perch upon your shoulder,
Heed the halo on her crown,
Pray to God and He will come....

Little girl and little boy,
Hold out that little hand of yours,
Touch that heart with a silent cold,
Warm the soul with a little coal.

When your worries are gone,
Share your sweets with that lonesome son,
Open your hearts and share some heat,
Help the little boys and little girls in need.

Silent needs are hard to see,
Sincere treats is honesty,
Selfishness is not the key,
Pray to God and He will come...

In ways unseen.

*lose not your faith in goodwill. even if goodwill has lose faith in you....

H. G Wells.

2006-08-19T09:01:00.000+08:00

Those who read fictions or classics should understand that it is an unconcious convertion of reality into a mix of reality and false elements (or rather, unfulfilled elements).

H.G Wells - War of the Worlds, The Time Machine.

Both signified his two very different portrayal of the future. A very likely future as well. In "The Time Machine", the main character (HG Wells himself) arrived in the future to find a very simple environment littered with artifact buildings and items from the +- 1980 to 2000 century. With human kind both totally suppresing of their own anima and animus archetype. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anima_%28Jung%29) Man became incredibly beastlike and violent without their feminine side keeping them in balance, and woman became incredibly feminine until they lose all notion of violence and strength. Just left with childlike composition of thoughts and body.

Will these be our future? Not one of advance technological advances, but of the detrimental state of human consciousness due to our lack of care for the psycological part of human beings.

When technology advances to a certain level, common human beings can never keep up with the changes. So they just use them only instead of worrying about what brings this thing to work and the theories and boring concepts. Humans, judging from the psycological point of view are mostly afraid of changes. And these technological changes might induce an unconscious fear of our very environment itself. The repression becomes a sort of mental disorder that untreated will deteriorate into violence and other symtoms. The primal part of the unconscious mind surfaces which overlapses the rationality. (see Id, Ego, Superego)

These things plus other external factors might trigger aggressiveness in a whole society, increasing violence and crime rates until a certain extend which might collaspe humanity if unchecked. Turning things into what H.G Wells suggest as a future. An alternate vision would be a community controlled by shrinks.

A friend has came out that the things above will never ever happen from a business perspective of things. And i too agree in a sense :P thanks f.y

Intelligence - Part 1

2006-08-18T08:11:00.000+08:00

Things have come to the level where one wished that one did not know too much of anything. Sometimes, ignorance is as good a shield as intelligence is. The reason that some people do not understand how dangerous information is when in the wrong hands, and to bear those information would somehow become an unwanted burden. The need to be on guard at all times to our own human basic natures of sharing. The whole social circle is a not much difference from a world political scene as individuals representing different countries. Each man or woman have their economy status, political stability(in this case i denote it as emotional state), state secrets, their press conferences( as in public knowledge of something), failures, successes, their defence and offenses (psycologically). Like most other countries in the world, these do not contain sofisticated intelligence gathering systems.

What is 'intelligence'?

Some may think that i've been reading too many Tom Clancy books of late that i've been confusing reality with fiction. Yet, what is produced here is just a amplication of human conduct by using larger examples. As we know that each human creation is partly develope from our own internal human structures and systems. So does how we govern nations as well as form stuctural systems.

Back to the question. Intelligence is information valued for its currency and relevance rather than its detail or accuracy. Intelligence gathering is a way to answer questions or obtain advance warning of events and movements deemed to be important or otherwise relevant. (wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligence_%28information_gathering%29) Or in other words , a form of self survival. As the chinese saying goes, "to know yourself and your enemy well, is to win the war already."

People

2006-08-15T20:38:00.001+08:00

The man with many smiles
He believes that no one can look through the smile he portrays, a piece of false cardboard he pasted on his face. To chase loneliness and sadness away. He loves ice creams and and musical strings.

The man with a wandering mind
Here lies a dreamer who weaves a world of wonder. His silence is thought on with pity. But no other man knows his plight, nor loneliness, nor sadness that covers his sight. It is the man lost in a different time. Where his throne lies above all other things present...There is his life.

The man with many worries
Perfection is his dire. An intelligence to admire. His mind is a cruel one, that suppresses the heart that makes it tick. He thinks that this is wrong, that is tuning, and everything seems to have a problem. But he tries not to care, only to be pulled back by an invisible string. That seems to put a little human thing left in him.

Sphere

2006-08-11T09:50:00.000+08:00

This book by Michael Crichton was about a bunch of scientist and navy personnels who were sent deep down into the pacific oceans to explore a vessel stuck on the ocean bed which was supposely had been lying there for 300 to 1000 years. They later found out that it was some sort of space ship from the future that supposedly travelled through time by lobbing itself around a black hole in space. On board the shuttle was an artifact of unknown origins which looked like a grey metallic egg..which they called the "Sphere". Apparently they found out in the end that this sphere provided humans with the ability to realize they imagination just by thinking about it. (after alot of deaths and distruction, which in the end left with 3 people surviving from the original 10) The problem with the sphere was it also realizes your unconscious thoughts, the part which humans have no control over their mind. Creatures from a person's nightmares were made real just with a single visualization of it in the mind., even though not on purpose. Fear was the cause of man in creating his own evils in the mind. And most man have no control over fear itself. Due to the fact that man have not and might not be able to understand him or herself entirely, or in other words cannot achieve full consciousness. The artifact became more of a dangerous mine, rather than a resource to tap in. (.....for the whole story, book is available in MMU library : )

Jumping into part of another story also by Michael Crichton entitled "The Terminal Man". Which states that in the case that any creation cannot possible fully comprehend itself. While another being of higher intelligent may. Which might not even have to be a creator. In the sense that technology might be surpassing the total intelligence of all human's added together in a decade or maybe only a few years. We see that, computers might be the being of "higher intelligence" that will be the one deciphering human kind instead. And by that time, we might be the ones having problems trying to comprehend computers when they start evolving on their own. Turning into a full matrix style explosion.

A touch of humanity..

2006-08-08T20:43:00.000+08:00

A drop of blood,
Seal a thousand ties,
Drop of tears,
From a hundred cries,

A shoulder to lean upon,
A heart to be soothed,
An eye to dry,
Company to provide...

A touch of death,
A gesture of horror,
An image of sorrow,
Creates worries about tomorrow,

The day thereafter,
A breeze shall blow upon the ashes,
And heal the scars and gnashes,
And again love is born from the cradle,

A beginning of a cycle,
When warm diminishes winter,
Shedding off old clothes and dust,
A hearbeat free of rust,

Green shoots popping from the ground,
Laughter again fills the house,
Good memories to be found,
Before old age comes about,

When the clock ticks twelve,
Its time to remember,
The end of summer,
Its time to go to sleep again,
Untill the new year rain....

For a fellow friend and companion...

She

2006-08-02T23:42:00.000+08:00

She comes and goes,
In a yellow gown that scatters around,
Like lilies strewn across the lake,
Within that mind that dances in brushes,
Of unicorns, knights and butterflies,
Far away castles floating upon the sky,

Dreams,
To catch a glimpse of that shimmering thunder,
Is to cure hunger with a drop of tear,
That wanting, a desire,
She wishes would not evade her.

It is like a diamond, a jewel,
Dangling across the soul,
The test,
Is to catch the purity that beholds.

Yet, the closer they are,
The further her eyes wander,
Searching, searching,
For that four leaf clover,

The lost that follows,
The sorrow she holds,
Close to her heart,
Is often tinged with salt, pepper and vinegar,
It is,
Sometimes hard to swallow,

On she skips,
Unhindered,
Her eyes soaked,
A crescent upon the lips,
A frown haunting the brow,
A shaded radiance upon the cheeks,

Look upon her,
She gives life a meaning,
A heart that keeps on thumping,
Hope paints the final picture,
The smile without laughter....

Sleep

2006-07-29T02:19:00.000+08:00

Three times, the clock struck twelve.
When sparrows slumber and cicada's roam the streets.
In bed i found myself upright.
Dispelled, all notions of sheep.

There comes a time that man starts to think.
Curiosity is the shrink.
Or is it Fate's mocking?
Morpheus, Morpheus...abandoned by him.

And no amount of pills you take.
Can put you back to bed.
Is it the coffee or tea?
That spoiled the pretty dream i made.