The twisted soul.

The twisted soul travels the world alone,
twisted emotions on the mind's mighty throne.
Walking on the sands of lands forsaken,
nowhere around to call a home.

Sadness and apprehension are what he know,
set on this journey with sins unatoned.
Looking for the Way with an Achille's Heel,
obstacles abound in a haphazard tone.

A tree was seen in the twilight zone,
how real it gotten, like facts cast in stone.
But it began to wax and wane in reasons untold,
broke his universe; the damage seems to grow.

The vicious cycle continues to roam, in the heart of the twisted soul which never grows old.

It is, the resurrection.

This period of time seems to be the time of my life again when I feel like blogging incessantly. Like, too much things on my mind that I cannot juggle them all at once. Feels like, probably helpless so early before deadlines for the first time in my undergraduate life.

A month's time, it is the submission. And my ID-ing of the parasites have not even started. Why, you may ask.

The Internet does not have what I need. Or rather, I lack the scaffolding from my supervisor. I chose the project because I am interested, really. But time is not on my side.

Once again, one of the most important life lessons manifests itself again.

Wake up, you are in a pragmatic society. Better to be practical for your own good. Interests come later when you have all the time in this world.

You can jolly well work yourself on parasites after you retire and then get some sickening diseases from them. Then die with a posthumous Nobel Prize awarded to you.

Two weeks before most assignments are due. Thank you very much.

I am sprouting white hairs all over my head.

Poems.

I have been sharing my poems with a friend, and it has been a reciprocal thing as well (albeit it is only a few of hers).

And here's another one, composed on the way back home on a rainy day, few days ago. No title though.

Big, grey clouds formed the horizons.
Here they gather, here they gather.
Gentle souls roused against life’s poison.
Aptly fatal, aptly fatal.

Silent raindrops amidst children’s laughter.
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
Surreal thoughts amongst life’s rattles,
Off they wander, off they wander.

Sunshine came after the long long battle,
Yes it is over, yes it is over.
But time and tide wait for no man.
The Man is beaten, the Man has fallen.

One of those days.

Today felt like one of those days when you wake up with a sudden jerk, went to the computer and not knowing what to do.

You pick up your mobile and see if anyone called. Or texted.

You check your MSN if anyone has given you a message.

You light up a stick and begin the routine stoning session that happens every Saturday in front of your computer.

This is just another day, like every other Saturdays.

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Everyone's bitching about assignments and deadlines. So mundane and lacklustre. But, isn't it part of my league as well?

I guess I finally understood what Jimmy once mentioned about being single. The perks of it. Truly assimilated and understood.

And applied.

You do what you like without feeling guilty, remorseful or even be the carefree person you used to be when things are not within our control. That is because some things in life are just not meant to be your cup of tea and hence, none of your business.

In saying so, we don't even want to persuade ourselves to be in that plight.

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I felt so detached from my good o' brothers.

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Sometimes, I feel that I have became way too nonchalent. I used to tell people that I AM nonchalent. But deep inside, I'm not.

That WAS those days.

Now, I felt that I have indeed, became nonchalent. Nothing seems to matter to me except getting my degree and living my life the way it should be (though to some of you, it shouldn't be). But I thought, what is most important is to lead a life which you can answer to yourself at the end of the day, just before you lie six feet under.

So far, so good.

This vacation.

This blog is on a hiatus.

And so is the owner; on a unchartered hiatus.