Muzikman's well of thoughts...

Tickle Quizzes

2007-01-22T19:19:00.000+08:00

Okay.. i was really really bored and procrasinating (yes yes i do that!) with my hwk so.. n_n
Oh and i didnt retake any of the tests to try and change the results. i swear.

Your true color:
Adrian, your true color is Black!

Your color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.

Right on!

The Enneagram Test - The ancient science of personality

Adrian, you're a Type 1 - The Idealist

Friends, family, and colleagues probably appreciate you for both your high standards and commitment to excellence. They're also apt to know that when they come to you with a problem, they can trust you to be fair and objective. As an Idealist, you're likely to be seen as a wise and balanced person with strong integrity.

Being a member of this type puts you in good company. Jane Fonda with her knack for athletic ideals and commitment to standing up for just causes, and Ralph Nadar, with his idealistic determination as a consumer advocate, are also Type 1s.

This means that compared to the eight other Enneagram types, you have a strong sense of what's right and wrong. In fact, you're someone who is typically committed to doing the right thing and making sure you're as good a person as you can be — no matter what situation arises.

Hmm.. not so sure about this one..

What color is your aura?

We don't need a psychic to tell us that you're giving off a Turquoise vibe. Turquoise types are often intelligent, energetic leaders. Vibrant and dynamic, you take center stage wherever you go; people are naturally drawn in by your charismatic nature. You love to learn, and you excel at remembering facts and figures. More than likely, you're a go-getter with your eyes on the prize. Respect and influence tend to come to you easily, but that doesn't mean you sit around waiting for them. What fun is achieving something if getting there isn't a challenge? Always pushing your limits, you'd be a natural on Survivor — a healthy competitive instinct and a willingness to take risks means you usually reach your goals. You like to look, feel, and act your best; if all those ducks are in a row, nothing's gonna get in your way.

hmm.. i dont really like turquoise.. but the characteristic sounds right. survivor? bleh they forgot about physical poweress >.>

Your lucky number

Adrian, your lucky number is number Five

Hey there, smarty pants! You Number 5s might wear that nickname well because you're pretty clever—sometimes too clever for your own good. You have an incredible thirst for knowledge, but you don't glean all your information from books. As your Observer moniker suggests, you divine information from watching others—but not always from an up close and personal perspective. That doesn't mean you're not good one-on-one, however. In fact, you'd probably prefer an intimate setting with intelligent conversations over a rockin' party with a crossfire of smack talk. You've got a brain like a sponge and the work ethic to wring it dry. Whether it's finding a cure for cancer, solving a crime, researching the great American novel, building a house, or designing the next killer application, your wisdom is vast, Master 5. Just be careful you don't trip that nerd alarm on your way to the Nobel prize. Other 5s who share your creative bent? Georgia O'Keefe, Isaac Newton, and Stanley Kubrick.

awesome! newton~
i still like XIII tho.. >.>

Adrian, you're smartest when it comes to linguistic intelligence

Being linguistically intelligent means that you have a knack for using words and language. As a result, you've probably noticed that you have a greater gift for expressing yourself than most people around you. In fact, you might be known in your circle of friends as something of a wordsmith.

Whether writing or speaking, you're the type to get your point across with both precision and flair. At times, this can make you a very persuasive communicator. By choosing the right words at the right time, you can clearly express your ideas, thoughts, and feelings to others. This can be a crucial skill in both your professional and personal life.

correct again! XP

okay i gotta stop procrasinating. >.>

Funny Vids!!

2007-01-16T19:43:00.000+08:00

omgeeee this clip is sooo bloody funny XDXD its wrong too but whatever XD

xiang yi and hugo were like imitating the gun bit it was SOO FUNNY.. they were like doing it in the corridors then ppls passing them were like omfgwtf?

this vid aint half bad either. hahahaha the lyrics are really funny XD and the animations are pretty decent..

oh. my. god. this clip is the funniest thing EVER. i mean seriously. XDXD

Negima!

2007-01-14T17:31:00.000+08:00

Negima is this awesommmee manga by Ken Atamatsu!

ok now thats out of the way..

its a rather.. how should i put it... its a boy comic. that is to say, most girls avoid it unless they posess some special... feelings for other... members of the same.. uh.. gender. yeah.

aaaanyway, i just wanted to put up a few of the pactio cards i found while digging around google.

a pactio is a contract formed between a wizard (magus, pl. : magi) and a suitable person that would serve as their bodyguard (minister pl. : ministra?). these cards are formed by "probationary contracts" which are like temporary contracts, as opposed to real contracts. they allow the magus to contact their minister telepathically, summon them to the magus' position, infuse them with an augmentary magic power and give them a special weapon. (that was all in my own words so dont go preaching about credits and citing)

aaanyway. below are the cards that ive seen so far.. pretty!

Kagurazaka Asuna.
Warrior-type fighting, hence the sword.

Miyazaki Nodoka.
Librarian, loves books. Her book lets her see the thoughts and happenings of other people and other places.

My personal favorite..

Sakurazaki Setsuna.
Extremely skilled swordsman of the Shinmei school. Also has a pair of angel-like wings growing out of her back, a fact that she is shy about. very shy about.

n_n ask me if you wanna borrow them~ cuz they rlli rlli rlli good!

Flaws

2007-01-14T10:26:00.001+08:00

All you see in us are flaws, yet you fail to see the flaws in yourself.

-Kudos Em
(Adapted)

W.B. Yeats - The Second Coming

2007-01-07T15:29:00.000+08:00

Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...

-W.B. Yeats

Japan!

2007-01-03T21:21:00.000+08:00

Woohoo i finally got the pictures, so i can finally update! yay!

okok.. so.

First day of the trip was the 23rd of December. And guess what we did for basically the entire day. Travel. i mean sheesh it took us 4 hrs on the plane, then around 6 hours by car. >.> ah well it wasnt too bad.. my dad let me read to pass the time n_n

We stayed at La Neige that night because my mom's friend had suggested it to her because of the good food.. i loved the weather! it was cold but not windy, and there was some snow! n_n it would get better up on the slopes.. The food was pretty good.

The living place is way cooler.. its this cosy log cabin thats rlli warm and nice! it rli looks like one of those old log cabins that people lived in before

Me in front of the log cabin

Next day, Breakfast at La Neige, checkout and departure for Tokyu hotel. Thats the place where we would stay for the rest of the trip.. but disaster! normally you can ski all the way from the top of the mountain to the hotel.. now theres no snow except for near the top!! o.o Cursed global warming.

Good thing is that we would be learning so we wouldnt miss out on too much - we wouldnt need much snow anyway. we went skiing to check it out.. i wasnt comfortable with skiing and stuff. miserable. Good thing is we met an instructor for this place called EOC - Evergreen Outdoor Center. Nice guy and his first language is ENGLISH!! lucky break for us, cuz we didnt know where the instructor we had booked online was. We went to the EOC around 7 to arrange the lesson and get our boards. omg i loved my board!! Its white, and graffiti designs stretch from the middle to the bottom.. it looks rlli cool! also its brand new.. no scratches or nicks or anything!
my brother also got a pretty cool one but i sitll like mine better!

Me and Austin w/ our snowboards

We also signed up for a snowshoeing trip the next morning, and that was pretty interesting too.

Day 3, we got to the EOC around 9, waited until 10 for the other people >.> and then we set off.. the snowshoes are bloody hard to put on but they're rlli cool. they let you walk on deep snow without falling in, and they give you a rlli good grip.

Snowshoeing!

At the end of the trip we all went sledding! my first attempt was i ran then tried to kneel on the sled. instead i caught the back edge, the front came up and whacked me on the nose rlli hard and i rolled over facing the sky. when my head stopped spinning, i sat up and found that the snow around me was soaked with blood. it was dripping fast from my nose and everything.. in the end i stopped it but still it was pretty freaky.

i managed to sled in the end by sitting down and steering with my hands on the snow.. it was pretty fun!

Sledding!

Wham! Collision!

After snowshoeing, we went for our snowboarding lesson. we learned how to skate, that is snowboard short distances with one foot unstrapped. that was quite hard cuz you gotta have good balance. we learned J-turns, both sides. i progressed the farthest, along with a 20-something Australian named Trent (g'day to you mate!). by the end of the lesson, i could link turns well. however iwas turning big and ugly.. i wanted to be able to shoom down the mountain like those other snowboarders do!

That night back at the hotel we discovered a stall where you could make your own silver jewlery.. my brother made one for my sister and i made one for myself. it was rlli interesting! we got silver in packets, then shaped them by cutting and/or moulding the silver. then we polished it with three different materials, heated it in the portable furnace, scratched off the dust twice to make it shiny, embedded small gems and then put it on a chain! its rlli complicated and stuff. my brother made a heart, so his was easier - he followed the book. i made one from scratch so it took me two sessions, about 4 hrs! the girl was rlli nice.. she let us do everything and was rli patient - the first night we stayed until 11, but she was supposed to close at 10. n_n im happy with the result~

My pendant

Day 4 and 5 was pretty similar - we learned and then practised. by the end of day 5, i was pretty happy with the snowboarding.. i could turn pretty well on blue slopes even when they were ungroomed! oh well next time we go to a land with snow, ill definately learn until i can shoom!

This was rlli a trip to remember.. if there had been more snow. Still, we learned to snowboard! thats gotta count for something!

Me n Shiniken Photo

2006-12-20T14:43:00.000+08:00

Me 'n Shiniken~

Name Jokes

2006-12-20T10:12:00.000+08:00

Highlight the space under the question to see the name!

What do you call a guy that got buried?
Doug.

What do you call a guy that did not get buried?
Douglas.

What do you call a guy that did not have sex?
Humphrey.

What do you call a guy that has a lot of spears?
Lancelot.

What do you call a guy that likes rattling weapons?
Shakespeare.

What do you call a guy that lost his car?
Carlos.

What do you call a guy that likes lying in front of a door?
Matt.

What do you call a girl that wants to be a boy and keeps on saying "duh"?
Amanda.

What do you call a guy that likes to move his head up and down?
Bob.

What do you call a guy that always uses his 15 credit cards?
Bill.

What do you call a couple that likes crafting weapons?
Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

What do you call a girl that is chicken?
Cissy.

What do you call a guy that is on the phone right now?
Colin.

What do you call a guy that always grades your tests?
Mark.

What do you call a guy that likes stealing?
Rob.

What do you call a girl that is stealing right now?
Robin.

Kudos to Xiang Yi for coming up with the jokes with me XD

2006-12-19T18:36:00.001+08:00

Some holiday this is.

Headstrong - Trapt

2006-12-14T21:51:00.001+08:00

One of my favorite songs of all time, i'll see if i can upload it to background music...

Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later

I see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, Inside of our heads yeah
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

[Chorus:]
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re Headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away

Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you’re full of shit, and that’s alright
That’s how you play, I guess you’ll get through every night
Well now that’s over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah) Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

[Chorus]

I know, I know all about [x3]
I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide

[Chorus]

Army Maxim

2006-12-13T20:56:00.000+08:00

Our duty is not to reason why:
It is but to Do or Die.

GLADIATOR!!

2006-12-13T16:54:00.000+08:00

Zomg ok todays PE class was the best one so far... we played GLADIATORRRRRR!!~

omg i wish we had taken some fotos they woulda come out beautiful. aanyway..

i grabbed 2 coites alltogether XP kudos to XY and cyrus, they tought me the value of rushing in at the start.. lol the first time i ran stragiht down the left and Sarah was blocking the doorway to the coits. i just kept on running and she screamed like hell, right in my ear. i think i rammed her but not sure XP sorry sarah if i did. i grabbed the coit and ran back out.. and sarah yelled straght in my other ear. u.u *digs in ear* still ringing.

the second one was just as fun.. ran in, grabbed it and ran out. it was kinda confusing cuz they had our palace maze thingy that we took ages to start up, and there was justin kwong standing like in the hoop i was like o.o where are the coits.. then matilda came in and found them in the dark corner thingy. i grabbed one and she grabbed one and i just ran like hell.. i think some people said i cheated or sth but i didnt feel anything..

haiz.. tough shit is that 2 people twisted ankles, ee leng and ernest the tree.. hope u feeling beta em.

dude my entire left side is kinda tingly. in the second round, i was going for the coits.. sunyan threw his ball at me rlli rlli hard and i managed to block it with my ball, but still it took away my time and i was heading straght for him.. whammo. i slammed into him and he got knocked to the floor.. i fell too and managed to twist so that i didnt land on him. i got up faster than him then was promptly hit by a ball. u.u"

gladiator ranks as one of my favorite games... the adren' rush is incredible.. heart pumping non stop and i didnt wanna stop. need to play more dudes! hopefully we'll play before cny again XP

Who I Am Hates Who I've Been - Reliant K

2006-12-11T19:44:00.000+08:00

Once again, this is not to you.

"Who I Am Hates Who I've Been"

I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific and
You might think I'm losing my mind,
But I will shy away from the specifics...

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
That it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

[Chorus]
I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
To create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
Synching up to the beating of my heart,
And I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

And I can't let that happen again
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.
This is no place to try and live my life.

[Pre-Chorus x2]
[Chorus]

Who I am hates who I've been
And who I am will take the second chance you gave me.
Who I am hates who I've been
'cause who I've been only ever made me...

So sorry for the person I became.
So sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

The last week of school saying

2006-12-10T21:50:00.000+08:00

The last week of school is to give the students as much shit as they can take...
then give them even more..

-Me~

Beaut Banner

2006-12-10T17:32:00.000+08:00

Pwnage banner!~ customized for me by my CB friend!

Kudos Renren~

"Urban Ninja" Clips

2006-12-05T21:32:00.000+08:00

EDITED: 12th December: added minutes and descriptions. n_n enjoy
Zomg these guys are soo good~~ watch them all!!

00:42 - matrix skills~
00:49 - ohhh synced backflips!!
01:13 - duet~
01:39 - hahaha the dude between the mats got seriously pwntt

00:20 - zomg double lat-spin... jeez
00:47 - when i saw that i was like O_O HOWTF DID HE DO TAT!?
01:18 - ooooohh robo pwnage
01:24 - hahaha the hat landed bang on his head~ haha
01:27 - haha this dude even beta den the original~/span>
01:34 - woah~ lolz it looks so wierd~
01:52-02:12 - hahaha screwups!!
01:56 - AHAHAAHAHAH XDXDXD
02:05 - XD that guy got stuck.. and the dudes that slammed him.. ahahaha.. when the first dude slammed him he was like omfgwtf!!! XD
02:16 - bizzare neh?
02:45 - AWW MAN MASS MATRIX!! beaut
02:56-03:04 - dude sweet synced moves~

00:20-00:28 - nice fight sequence. loved the backflip evade~
00:50 - ooh numbchuck pwnage!
01:15 - stick!! still my favorite weapon apart from the sword.
02:02 - synced backflips!
02:08 - haha synced matrix!! not as good as ^ tho..
02:15 - the only way to throw away rubbish~
02:22 - haha synced matrix!!better than 02:08
02:31 - wow this is impressive neh? wall run.
03:04 - wall jumps! reminds me of mario.
the fightsecquences are kinda lame.. nice music tho.

THEY SO GOOODODD~~~

Paradoxes

2006-12-04T20:59:00.000+08:00

Paradoxes are so cool!! I'm going to post some up~

A ursurper takes the throne and creates a new rule: No rules apply to me.

The question is, do rules apply or do they not?

Someone has a perfectly straight branch with an infinite length. He starts a countdown of 1 minute. After half the time (30 secs) has gone by, he halves the branch. After half the remaining time (15 secs) he halves both branches, and so on every time half the time has gone by.

The question is, at the end of the minute, how many pieces are there? How long is each branch?

Someone has a lightbulb with a on/off switch. He starts a countdown of 1 minute. After half the time (30 secs) has gone by, he turns it on. After half the remaining time (15 secs) has gone by, he turns it off, and so on, pressing the switch after half the time has gone by.

The question is, at the end of the minute, is the lightbulb on or off?

A stranger greets you and says that he is from the future. he gives you a ring, then vanishes. When you grow up, you build a time machine. You go back and give your younger self the ring.

The question is, where did the ring come from?

I have good news and bad news.
The bad news is: I have no good news.
The good news is: I have no bad news.

The below statement is true.
The above statement is false.

UPDATE:
If everything is possible,
Then it is impossible for anything to be impossible.
But isn't being impossible something that contradicts the first sentence?
(Kudos Deon)

These are going to turn your brain into mush~

Ice Hockey - Goalie!

2006-12-03T22:28:00.000+08:00

ZOMG!! Today's ice hockey was sooo funnn~~

like last week, our (my friends, "classmates" of sorts) coach Ryan suggested doing goalie next week. everyone wanted to try, so we would do like one or two every week.. I was first to raise my hand!

so htis week, i was goalie. like zomg, sooo much stuff... the pads were huge, i had to wear a chest plate, shoulder pads, padded shorts and big glove thingys! when i get pics ill post them, but didnt get any this week u_u

soo.. skating with them wasnt too bad actually.. and it was fun! my frineds lifted the puck at me, but i bloked them easy.. then one shot hit me in the sensitive parts. and i wasnt wearing a cup. YEOWWWW...

the hard bit was when they started taking closer shots. my first time, so not rlli used to the kit. neways, i managed to block a few, but still it hurt when i took them in the chest...

i love being goalie!! its funn, you get to deflect them with your hands and stick. problem is you gotta hunch over, and the stick is awkward... sitll its fun having the puck lifted at your face~

ill post pics up when i get them, maybe 3 weeks from now.. lol be patient~

Computer Addict Saying

2006-11-30T20:20:00.000+08:00

A life??
Where do you download one of those!?

~Kudos Marine

Faraway Vol. 2 - Apocalyptica, feat. Linda Sunblad

2006-11-29T22:29:00.000+08:00

Beautiful song... it's NOT to you. you know who you are - i just like this song.

There's something in the way,
you're always somewhere else,
Feelings have deserted me
to a point of no return

I don't believe in God,
but I'll pray for you.

Don't you slip away from me,
it's you I live for don't you leave
Don't you slip away from me,
I'm vulnerable to your love

Don't let them get you,
stay away from the sun
It's too bright for you
Your eyes getting blurry,
stay, I'm crying your name

I don't believe in God,
but I'll pray for you.

Don't you slip away from me,
it's you I live for don't you leave,
No, don't you slip away from me,
I'm vulnerable to your love

There is something in the way,
you're always somewhere else,
Feelings have deserted me
to a point of no return

So the light fades out
and you're so close to losing

Don't you slip away from me, it's you I live for don't you leave
No, don't you slip away from me, I'm vulnerable to your love
Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live my life for
No don't leave

Don't you slip away from me,
I'm vulnerable to your love
Don't you slip away.

The Night

2006-11-28T22:01:00.000+08:00

The night envelopes the sky,
The prelude to the end that's nigh.
The night envelopes the earth,
The soil dampening the fire in the hearth.

The night envelopes the stars,
The emptying of the life-containing jars.
The night envelopes the ground,
The unveiling of the show that shocks and astounds.

The night envelopes the moon,
The genius becoming a blundering buffoon.
The night envelops the countryside,
The gurangutan feat of turning the tide.

The night envelopes the heavens,
The destruction of a proud mighty emblem.
The night envelops the city,
The onslaught of an army without pity.

The night envelops the clouds,
The wrapping of all in evil shrouds.
The night envelops the building,
The obliteration of crown, farthing and shilling.

The night envelopes the people,
The indiscrimination of the brave and fearful.
The night envelopes life,
The oncoming of war and strife.

Only I am spared of all,
A sword in my hand, standing tall.
I am the devoted weapon of the night,
Beware, mortals, beware my might.

Interesting Observation

2006-11-27T19:18:00.000+08:00

This thought struck me when I was bantering with my friends about shit and farts and related subjects:

What is a fart?
A fart smells bad and comes out under great pressure. Therefore, we can conclude that something takes place in the large intestine to create this gas projectile called a "fart".

To sum it up:
A fart is vaporized shit.

Baby Hip Trio Vid

2006-11-27T19:16:00.000+08:00

XDXD this movie is sooo blooody funny!!

Wise Saying

2006-11-26T16:16:00.000+08:00

This is a saying that one of my friends said on The Evil Empire forum, slightly adapted -

People who say a lot of things are knowledgeable;
People who know when not to say anything are wise.

-Kudos, Yukino

Quotes - Hovercar Racer

2006-11-25T20:31:00.000+08:00

These fab quotes are from Matthew Reily's Hovercar Racer, slightly adapted:

It's not how we win that defines us, it's how we lose. Winners come and go, but the loser who goes down fighting will live on forever in our hearts.

A hero is not a person who doesn't get afraid: a hero is a person who takes action even when they are afraid.

My add-ons:

It's not how we live that defines us, it's how we die. Brilliant people come and go, but the person who dies fighting will live on forever in our hearts.

A person who takes action when he is afraid is brave; A person who is not afraid of anything is stupid.

Slogan

2006-11-24T15:53:00.000+08:00

Ya mess with the best,
Ya bleed with the rest!

The purpose of goals

2006-11-24T00:23:00.000+08:00

damn i forgot to post and now its alrdy past midnight. oh well...

The purpose of goals are
To let you know when you've failed.

n_n

Complexo Obscurum

2006-11-22T22:51:00.000+08:00

The darkness is the absence of light,
The absence of guidance,
The absence of feeling.

Embrace the darkness...
Complexo Obscurum.

Atrum Nex Nuntius

2006-11-21T18:07:00.000+08:00

Ego sum vestri nex.
Ego sum vestri poena.
Ego sum vestri dolor.
Ego sum Atrum Nex.
-Atrum Nex

True Hate

2006-11-20T18:44:00.000+08:00

Hate is directed to many people:

The hate of a friend,
The hate of family,
The hate of classmate,
The hate of partner.

But True Hate only has one form:
True Hate is the hate of the one you love.

Marine of the Wired's Saying

2006-11-20T00:30:00.000+08:00

Make them laugh.
They'll have a hard time shooting you.

Kudos Marine~

True Death

2006-11-19T23:12:00.000+08:00

Death has many forms:

The death of body,
The death of heart,
The death of mind,
The death of soul.

But True Death only has one form:
True Death is the death of memory.

True Kindness

2006-11-18T21:22:00.000+08:00

True kindness is doing something kind
For someone who will never know you.

Weights

2006-11-18T19:42:00.000+08:00

Homework weighs me down,
Dragging me into the depths of despair.

Despair weighs me down,
Dragging me into the depths of pain.

Pain weighs me down,
Dragging me into the depths of hate.

Hate weighs me down,
Dragging me into the depths of vengance.

Vengance weighs me down,
Dragging me into the depths of revenge.

Revenge weighs me down,
Dragging me into the depths of death.

Death sets me free,
I fly once again.

Tears

2006-11-17T19:55:00.000+08:00

Tears fall like rainwater,
Dripping from clouded eyes.
The eyelid sweeps them down the cheeks,
And they fall slowly down to earth.

Tears fall like snowflakes,
Spending an eternity in the air.
They land with scarcely a ripple,
Unnoticed in the midst of world-wide suffering.

Tears fall like hail,
Pounding their surroundings.
They pummel the ground, bruising and injuring,
Creating dents in the already-pockmarked ground.

Tears spread like ripples,
Spreading outwards, growing weaker.
They meet other ripples, and the flow strengthens,
They hit the sides, and start to bounce back in.

Tears fall from our faces,
Unknown to the rest of humanity.
One of us suffers, everyone else rejoyces
At times like these we wish for the tears to end.

Tears dry up,
Replacing sorrow with fury.
Fury is compressed, stamped into a bar,
Branded with the mark Vengance.

Vengance takes its hold,
Spreads its roots into the corners of our heart.
The sunlight is blocked out, darkness reigns
Death is the one true path.

Keyholder

2006-11-16T20:31:00.000+08:00

Life is a cage,
One that we can never escape.
All we can do
Is hope for the Keyholder to come free us.

Life is a fence,
One that holds us back from the world.
All we can do
Is hope for the Keyholder to let us through.

Life is a jail,
One that we suffer in daily.
All we can do
Is hope for the Keyholder to let us out.

Life is a room,
One with all the doors locked.
All we can do
Is hope for the Keyholder to open one of them.

Death is a door,
One that leads to everything you've wanted.
All we can do
Is hope for the Keyholder to open it for us.

The Keyholder goes by many names:
Angel of Death; Grim Reaper;
But its two most used names
Are Shiniken and Adrian.

Cleansing

2006-11-15T17:51:00.000+08:00

Prayer is a cleansing of a soul.
Pain is a cleansing of a body.
Heartbreak is a cleansing of a heart.
Taunting is a cleansing of an ego.

Hate is a cleansing of a love.
Vengance is a cleansing of a guilt.
Mourning is a cleansing of a memory.
Death is a cleansing of a life.

Sayings

2006-11-14T19:56:00.000+08:00

Never walk on the travelled path,
Because it only leads you to where others have been.
-Grahan Bell

Always there is a drop of madness in love;
Yet always there is a drop of reason in madness.
-F. Nietzshe

Time is very slow for those who wait,
Very fast for those who are scared;
Very long for those who lament,
Very short for those who celebrate;
But for those who love,
Time is eternity.
-William Shakespeare

Many lose the small joys
In hope for the big happiness.
-Pearl S. Buck

Why repeat the old errors
If there are so many new ones to commit?
-Bertrand Russel

Life can only be understood by looking behind;
But can only be lived by looking ahead.
-Soren Kierkegaard

Hit the Floor - Linkin' Park

2006-11-13T18:38:00.000+08:00

There are just too many
Times that people have tried to look inside of me.
Wonderin' what i think of you
When i protect you outta courtesy.

Too many times that
I held on when I needed to push away.
Afraid to say what was on my mind,
Afraid to say what I needed to say.

Too many things that
You've said about me when i'm not around.
You think having the upper hand
Means you've gotta keep on pushin' me down.

But i've had too many stand-offs with you,
It's about as much as I can stand
So i'm waiting until the
Upper hand is mine.

So many people like me
Put so much trust in all your lies,
So concerned about what you think
To just say what we feel inside.

So many people like me
Walk on eggshells all day long,
All I know is that all I want
Is to feel like I'm not stepped on.

There are so many things you say
That make me feel you've crossed the line.
What goes up will surely fall
And i'm countin' down the time.

'Cuz i've had so many stand-offs with you
It's about as much as I can stand
So I'm waiting until
The upper hand is mine.

I know i'll never trust a single thing you say,
You knew your lies would divide us but you lied anyway.
And all the lies have got you floating up above us all,
But what goes up has got to fall...

Forget

2006-11-12T14:50:00.000+08:00

I will forget the words you said.
I will forget the things you did.
But the thing that I will never forget
Is the way that you made me feel.

(Kudos, Ee Leng)

Numb - Linkin' Park

2006-11-12T10:11:00.000+08:00

I'm tired of being what you want me to be,
I'm feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
Put under the pressure, of walkin' in your shooooooes
[Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow]
And every step that I take is another mistake to yoooooooou
[Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow]

I'VE, become so numb,
I can't feel you there,
Become so tired,
So much more a aware,
I'm becoming this,
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you.

Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control,
'Cuz everything that you thought I would be,
Is falling apart, right in front of yoooooooooou
[Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow]
Every step that I take is another mistake to yoooooooou
[Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow]
And every second I waste is more than I CAN TAAAAKE,

I'VE, become so numb,
I can't feel you there,
Become so tired,
So much more a aware,
I'm becoming this,
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like yooou,

But I know, I may eeend up, faaaailing too,
But I know, you were just like me with someone dissapointed in yooou,

I'VE, become so numb,
I can't feel you there,
Become so tired,
So much more a aware,
I'm becoming this,
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like yooou:

I'VE, become so numb,
I can't feel you there,
Tired of being what you want me to be.
I'VE, become so numb,
I can't feel you there,
Tired of being what you want me to be.

To Think That

2006-11-11T23:07:00.000+08:00

You know who you are: I answer you in your own way. You know who you are.

To think that I said those three words.
To think that I meant them with body, soul and heart.
To think that I rushed into this..
To think that I had been so naïve.

To think that I thought we could go through this.
To think that love could happen at our age. (Kudos SaraH)
To think that I was saddened by the events.
To think that I would say the words again.

To think that I wanted to talk to you.
To think that I lived for our MSN convos.
To think that I enjoyed every message we exchanged.
To think that I keep them with me, in computer and heart.

To think that our hearts feel the same.
To think that they can they can be viewed in a mirror.
To think that they are split, down the center.
To think that that cut can never be mended.

To think that that wound will heal over time.
To think that the scar will last for ever.
To think that only love can dampen the pain.
To think that the pain was worth it.

To think that I will not pretend.
To think that I will not lead my life behind a mask of indifference.
To think that I will be your friend, your friend and nothing more.
To think that I would do it all over again.

A Bucket of Water

2006-11-11T20:12:00.000+08:00

A relationship is like a bucket,
Love is like water.
If you add love into the bucket,
You'll fill it up, drip by drip.

If you pour it in, the bucket might break.
If you put it in too slowly, the water might evaporate.
If you put it in just right,
You can keep it full overnight.

If the bucket is full,
Your relationship is fufilling.
If the bucket is empty,
You don't have one.

The above is just an observation. But the below is to a person, and she knows who she is.

If the bucket is full,
You can be happy.
But a wrong word or a mean action,
Drains a bit of the water away.

If you abuse the relationship,
You dip into that precious supply of water.
If you fill it up again,
You will once again be happy.

But the thing that you did,
That mean, terrible thing.
It was mean, unnecessary and hypocritical.
You say you never do it but you just did.

You didn't dip into the supply of water.
You didn't fill it back up.
You just poured the whole thing out,
And broke the bucket and burned the pieces.

You can make a new one,
But it will never be the same.
And the water you cast away,
You can never again reclaim.

Brood on that,
Think about it.
Because i know one thing for sure,
You showed me your true colors,
And they turned out to be white -
The color of a white lie.

Illusions

2006-11-10T21:53:00.000+08:00

Pain is an illusion of the body.
Despair is an illusion of the mind.
Love is an illusion of the heart.
Death is the illusion that I weave.

Remember the Name - Fort Minor

2006-11-09T19:32:00.001+08:00

This is 10 percent luck,
20 percent skill,
15 percent concentrated power of will.

5 percent pleasure,
50 percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Mike:
He doesn't need his name up in lights,
He just wants to be heard, whether its the beat or the mike.
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone,
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
Well F**k 'em

He knows the code,
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise,
Making a story, making sure his clique stays up
That means when he's putting it down Tak's pickin' it up.

Broken Promises

2006-11-08T20:00:00.000+08:00

I promised you to keep you safe.
I could not.

I promised you to never cause you pain.
I did.

I promised you to keep your secret.
I could not.

I promised you to never leave.
I did.

I promised you to be there for you.
I could not.

I promised you to never ignore you.
I did.

I promised you to catch you when you fell.
I could not.

I promised you to never end your life.
I did.

Master

2006-11-07T18:29:00.000+08:00

You are the master of your life.
I am the master of your death.

What I would do to my most hated enemy

2006-11-06T20:04:00.000+08:00

I was daydreaming, and i suddenly asked myself, if you were exempt from all laws, could do whatever you wanted during 3 hrs and could turn back time and erase it all afterwards, what would you do? (I got this idea from Killing Spree, a great flash series at http://www.fusion-revolution.com/animation/samus/index.html - look for Killing Spree I through IV) I thought of several things, but the most bloody idea was what i'd do to my greatest enemy.

First i'd hunt him down, kidnap him and take him to this torture chamber thingy. I'd zip him inside this boxing bag, string him up upside down and start beating the bag up really really hard. i'd let him out, and he'd be on the cold, hard floor with like completely screwed up body. Then, i'd kick him around the room. Really really hard. the floor would be like gravel or maybe bits of broken glass, and that would hurt like hell. then i'd string him upside down again, but stretch his body out - each limb stretched out, like a bizzare X shape. then the knife would come out. i'd heat the blade up until it was glowing red, then start carving some stuff into his flesh. i'd start light, so make them like shallow cuts. then i'd start cutting deeper and deeper, just avoiding fatal cuts. i'd start from the feet, moving up, then moving up the sides to his arms, back down to his gut, then up to his chest. there'd be like blood everywhere and stuff. then i'd put salt and sand into the cuts - the salt burning really bad and the sand getting it all infected. then i'd throw freezing water over his whole body. then, after he had been soaked, evaporate the water with like some hot flame. then still with the flame, start singing his whole body - burning it lightly so that he'd retain conciousness and feeling. then i'd use a brand and brand like all over his body, and each brand i'd pour pure alchohol onto it so that it'd burn like frickin mad. finally, i take a deagle, and start blasting his body into bits. start with the toes, then the fingers, then moving up his body and finally ending with a double shot into his heart and brain.

i doubt i'd ever do this and i would never have the stomach to do this. but its still satisfying to think about it. i wanted to do something to his eyes too, but i was feeling slightly queasy by then. it was still satisfying to plan out though. n_n

Shiniken's Dance

2006-11-05T17:01:00.001+08:00

Shiniken:
Flashing in the light.
Gleaming, weaving.

Cutting through the air.
Slashing, slicing.

Striking the target.
Contact, power.

My anger, hatred and fustrations flow through it.
Released.

Target:
Paper fluttering in the air.
Floating, drifting.

Dancing through the light.
Light, carefree.

Twisting in the space.
Curling, twirling.

My anger, hatred and fustrations directed towards it.
Targeted.

The Dance:
My sword meets paper.
My emotions give it power.
My sword is part of me.
My sword signals the death of paper.

Flashing, gleaming, darting through the air.
Slicing, cutting, weaving around the paper.
The final strike stabs the paper through.
My emotions give the blade power.

Paper is no more.
Behold my sword in holy awe.
My blade, my sword,
My friend - Shiniken.

Shiniken

2006-11-04T23:42:00.000+08:00

Just within the last hour my experience has changed considerably. I was feeling fustratedbecause my conversations with some people weren't going anywhere. normally just practising and cutting down imaginary enemies with my wakizashi (japanese short sword) is good enough, but today it didnt work. i got restless and threw a piece of paper up and tried to cut it. i missed over and over. i got more and more furious, until i got so mad that i focused all my power into my arm. i imagined my rage as a ball of fire, uncontrollable and untamed. i pounded it into shape, until it was a bar of blinding fire. i moved it and imbedded it into my blade. i tossed the piece of paper in the air. it fluttered down slowly.. with confidence i brought my sword up and just sliced down with all my might, imagining the flame bursting into life. it connected with the piece of paper perfectly, and when i picked it up from the floor, a cut had appeared, running downwards, disecting it shortways. i was hooked. the sharp crack as it contacted, the feeling of satisfaction as i saw the cut i made. i kept on doing it, until my fustration and rage was spent.. i had found a new doorway for my anger to rush out from. it was not easy because the blade was blunt. only the tip was sharp, and to cut i had to slice the paper with it. it just felt so good.. the adrenaline and satisfaction rivaled that of paintballing.

I had to give my sword a name. i just had to. i felt bonded to it.. it was a part of me. it was the key to unleashing my emotions. i named it.. Shiniken. it only felt right that i give a japanese sword a japanese name, and i used my understanding of the language to name it.

Shiniken. The name means... Death Sword.

Paintball!!

2006-11-03T21:10:00.000+08:00

Today rocked. Seriously. After school, i went with my bro and his friends to a paintball party. it's ironic, really, because i get invited by my brother's friends than dudes in my year. PBHQ was unchanged and pretty much everything was as it had been left as, besides more splatters of blood (i mean paint) on the walls.

The party rocked overall. We had like 6 games and stuff, and some dudes had to get like 2 refills of 100 bullets. i mean who the hell can use that much? its stupid. I scored a few good shots and got some dudes out.. but the problem was i was always the dude in the point of our spearhead. I always got picked off by some lousy camper that had some luckyass shot. one caught me on my pinky as i was dashing to cover; another dude got me in the knee while i was crouching. i mean wtf i was taking cover, but my knee was poking out and he just HAD to shoot me right there. gosh.

I felt really good when my team like backed me up. we advanced like a pro SEAL team - leapfrog formation. I'd advance, then i'd motion for the others to move up. they'd do the same and so on. it felt really good to be leading these guys.

I did some brave shaite in the game. i assulted the balcony guys alone.. unfortunately they spotted me and i got hit 5 times. i was like "IM HIT IM F***IN HIT" and they just kept on shooting me until i jumped off the stairs. i was like omfgwtf was that for. XP it was still bloody fun.

Man my adrenaline is still like sky-high.. wootwoot i love paintballing!

Me and my Sword

2006-11-02T23:11:00.000+08:00

This poem's idea was given to me by Michelle.

My sword is a part of me,
We share the same fate, punishments and destiny.
We are extensions of each other,
Together forever and ever.

We fight, think, act as one;
Lesser partners we always shun.
To merge our souls is to reach power,
In this my sword and I over all else tower.

He slices into skin, carves into flesh,
Our moves are one, so tightly meshed.
Blood spurts onto me, my sword tastes and smiles,
Blood is the one thing that is not tainted or defiled.

My eyes reflect the gleam of my sword,
My sword's edge reflects my smile, pleasure we can afford.
My sword draws a spurt of blood, my body a spurt of adrenaline,
We are more terrifying than a shark's dorsal fin.

We are one, one soul in two bodies.
My mouth's grin is his edge, his shine is my eye's gleam.
To oppose us is nothing short of a folly.
Our power is like nothing you have ever seen.

Sniper

2006-11-01T21:40:00.000+08:00

His eye to the scope,
His crosshairs on the target's head.
He has a smile on his face,
He prepares to shoot that deadly load of lead.

He is god,
He makes the rules.
He holds the scales of life and death,
Lives and rifles are his tools.

The sniper is god,
Judge, jury and excecutioner.
One shot, one kill,
His shot will never deter.

I am the sniper.
I am the excecutioner.
I can end your lives, swift and fast.
So enjoy every moment, because it may be your last.

Thief

2006-10-31T18:22:00.000+08:00

Ok, i changed the title description slightly cuz its stupid to think that i can post up that much poetry. n_n

A thief can steal my money,
A thief can steal my life,
But only you can steal what you stole,
Because you're the one who stole my heart.

The Thrill of the Hunt

2006-10-30T11:27:00.000+08:00

Ok, so here is my second post. For those of you that actually took the time to look at my MSN space, thank you and just bear with me. This is another poem from my MSN space and after this i'll start posting new poetry.

This is inspired by the way i think of myself as - a lone wolf.

My paws pad softly in the winter snow,
I make no sound, only my frosty breath shows.
Moving with purpose, slinking silently,
The thrill of the hunt courses through me.

The air is cold but my body is warm,
Adreneline heats me up, this is the norm.
Dashing to cover, peeking through trees,
The thrill of the hunt courses through me.

I see my prey, a limping, injured deer,
My sixth sense lets me detect its fear.
It does not know I am there, that it is no longer free,
The thrill of the hunt courses through me.

It flicks his head from side to side,
From every direction he fearfully shies.
I move in closer, still he doesn't see,
The thrill of the hunt courses through me.

With a leap, I strike,
With power, speed and might.
My strike is as powerful as the waves of the sea,
The thrill of the hunt courses through me.

His leg is lame, the fight is mine,
With deadly intent my eyes do shine.
His lame leg's treatment, his life is his fee,
The thrill of the hunt courses through me.

I stand over his body, his throat in my mouth,
His blood seeps into the snow, flowing, heading south.
His life, gone : he died in a blind alley,
The thrill of the hunt courses through me.

My victory is mine alone,
My determination is steadfast - a stone.
Other animals look and see,
that The thrill of the hunt courses through me.

My Loss of Humanity

2006-10-29T17:14:00.000+08:00

Ok this is my first post on my new blog. Kinda wierd. Kinda random. Yeah. I mean the blog, not my poetry.. jeez what do you take me for. Aaaanyway.

the darkness of night washes over my body,
erasing all the pain, mistakes and follies.
i embrace the dark, fall into its depths,
the darkness has commited many many thefts.

it stole my humanity, it stole my life,
but in return it ended all my strife.
i am a creature of the night, now i'm reborn,
out of the darkness i come- your life will soon be torn.

i have completely forsaken my humanity,

lost all notion of my previous identity.
all i know is the power of the night,

and the insatable thirst for blood.

the blood runs fast, my blade stained red,

i take pride in this show of merciless bloodshed.

i have taken the identity of a shinigami,

all in my way, look on and fear me.

my thirst for blood will never be quenched,

i will kill until there is nothing but the bloody stench.

pain is my food, blood is my drink,

my humanity has been pushed over the brink.

i worship death, i am its vessel,

through me death will flourish and nestle.

the pain is absolute, planted in the bodies of my tormentors,

my pain is nulified by their ungodly tremors.

they are still alive, clinging to conciousness,

they are enduring their final, deadly test.

emotionlessly i push them over the edge,

no more will they torment me on humanity's ledge.

my vengance is done, my revenge compelte,

their punishment is my heruclean feat.

my deed done, i fade into the dark,

i will cause death, bright and stark.

so ends my story, i wish it were true,

the power to kill- this dream i continuously rue.

if i could kill my tormentors, my life would be complete,

their death to me would be my very own treat.

I'm working on making my blog look nicer.. be patient!