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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Dream Diary

"I give a fuck. I give lots of fuck, actually. I'm a prostitute of feelings."


It was but a normal routine of checking stuffs out on my phone right until the moment before I doze off into happyland. Then my phone lit up as I set it down, preparing to rest. Your name popped up, not once, not twice, but half a dozen times. "*** reblogged your post on tumblr" x 6. And then a snapchat of nothing but the words 'Night mozzie lover' came and it made me chuckle a little. I set it down once again and snoozed into home.

It was me, you, and Leon, riding at the back of my dad's van. I persuaded my dad to fetch you home in the middle of the night. And that was just the beginning of every thing weird that happened in the dream. 
Upon reaching the foot of your block, I accompanied you to your door step. Things got mad weird. You opened the doors to your dad throwing things from his room, and your mom sobbing uncontrollably. You took off to your room, telling me with your derp language "much yellingz", and many other funky words which I don't remember. I walked in to see how you were doing and just happened to stand in the firing range of lamps, books and cups being thrown at my direction. Your dad was hysterical at this moment. You ran out of your house and I followed you. 
Crazily, a chair followed me. Your dad had flung a chair at me, and it got me right smack at my back. Me, being the crazy fellow that I have become, picked it up and challenged him to throw more stuffs at me. But before he could do anything, I broke the chair through my head and my ears buzzed soon after. He was shocked, and started to calm down. I took him in to one of your house's rooms, and talked to him. I can't vividly remember the full conversation, but I managed to talk some sense into him and he told me about stuffs. I said something along the line of "Young adults are meant to be wild and free", and "Don't hold it against her(You), she's just lost". I went out to look for you at the corridor and you hugged me. While walking towards the lift, you told me "你是我的英雄 2, because the first one was my ex. Thank you". We hugged again on the way down in the lift and I took the chance to kiss you. It calmed my nerves and it felt right. 
Your dad joined us at the void deck moments later and we started looking for something. He shared stories with me, and said something crazy to either you or thin air, because I'm sure it wasn't me. "He's the type of guy you want to marry. He protected you from the chair, and stood up for you. While your ex just looked for solutions to calm me down without actions. He's the type of guy you want to marry in the future". And that was too much for me to take in, and then I woke up.

A's gone and will never return. I will turn down A every god damn time, because she's damned by the gods to never be in my life. She's the wild ride I took once, and had enough of. The second time was but a crazier and wilder ride that took my lungs away. But as always, she and I were never meant to be. 


"My mind was all over the place, trying to be someone I thought you like." 

Dear you,

I'm messy, torn apart, uncertain in a million ways, and wild is but an understatement. I shift from love to hate in a matter of seconds because I've been taught to do that in the past year. My doors are left ajar for anyone who dare themselves to take up a challenge. I want change so great that even I'm afraid. I don't want anyone to come in, only to leave as soon as they have had enough of what I have to offer. And what I have to offer come and go in a matter of seconds. Dear you, I am made out of a thousand different versions of the past mes and the mes that I see myself to be one day. I will not only not work out smoothly, but I will also be your wildest nightmare. I am selfish, heartless, crazy, spontaneous, an emotional wreck, and I am not one for the future. Dear you, my wishes for the negatives always come true, one way or another. Please stop before I do anything stupid like Mosby you. 

Dreamer.
Day 24

"My mouth can't translate the things my heart says"


Thursday, February 20, 2014

Dare me.

"Every day, start again."



So much respect for 'Da Hulk', I've watched this 12 minutes long video more than 5 times now. That's how much respect I have for him. How many human being can grow like him? How many human being can lift weights, and bend iron like he can? How many human being, if granted that they ever reached his physique, can still remain humble and keep their feet firmly planted on ground?

Wait for me big man, I'll be a skinny ass little hulk as compared to you one day. I'll be bigger, better, full of inks, and I'll try to bend iron like you one day. One day, I'll be successful.
Day 7. Belly getting a little out of control.
On a side note, I've been taking mass gainer every damn day, thrice to four times, each day. And I've only just gained 0.7kg. It's the worst diet I've ever put myself through, that I'm so disciplined about. I've never been more proud of myself than I am today. But sometimes I still wonder why I put myself through all these bullshit.

Haven.
Ig: emnism
The irony of me supporting Liverpool is that I always walk alone. & also, human beings are weird as fuck. It's like two different people cross paths, talk for a whole lot like they mean the world to each other, and one fine day just fall right apart. Tomorrows without them seem so hard to come, yet the endless amount of yesterdays spent with each other don't seem to matter anymore. People, weird fucking ass creatures.


Read this beautifully written article about loving someone.

If you love some, don't write about them.
Shuttershock
"I guess it started when I began writing my novel. I almost tweeted about it, actually. "I'm going to write a novel to help cope with the feelings I have for a boy." I deleted it immediately, due to the amount of embarrassment I felt for myself in the dreadful milliseconds the thought was a fully constructed sentence in my mind.
Somehow the idea for the novel derived from the entirety of this man. He mentioned something to me once in a text message, and without noticing exactly what I was doing, I was taking his small notion and turning it into an entire novel. I turned his 20 words into approximately 100,000 in no time, creating a lovely world for us to sink into cozily where no one could disturb us. It was nice at first, as all escapes are, but the addiction comes soon after.
The world became a lovely place to settle. Once the plot was constructed, and the setting was generalized enough to find my city somewhere in the pages, well, then all I had left were the characters that were so easily created. If all else failed that day, I had my writing to be with. And something about it always feels real; you can feel the emotion, the integrity, the love, the moments, even if they're just "made up."
This is how writes go crazy. Our fictional characters are not fictional, and I call bullshit to anyone who claims they actually created a character out of thin air. We can't draw lines as writers. We melt our fictional worlds with our reality and get lost in a sort of writer's purgatory, and that's why we get so hurt by who we love. It's always more to us.
Remember that time in the coffee shop? That's four pages, three years of thought, 1458 words. Remember that time we kissed on the bed when we were both really drunk at that party? That's eight pages, seven years of thought, more words than I can count.
So there you can find yourself, in my countless words and countless word documents, young and thriving in my memories where I can potentially keep you forever. The writing remains to stem from somewhere deeper than fiction." 
- Chelsea Moudry 
"I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me."

"I can't begin to imagine what it feels like to be wanted. // The concept of being needed is way beyond my comprehension."


Dare me. One day, I'll succeed. 

Sunday, September 22, 2013

They're all liars. Pretty little liars.

Gohardwellorgohome
Love's a joke. I really do think that.
Love don't last, because like us, it dies in the end.

Hardwell turnt the fuck up on Friday. It was balls. We went hard.



Jumped, screamed, shouted, pushed, stepped, raved, danced, pumped, swung, spun, hugged, singed and all that shit. We went in at 2030, squeezed to the front of the damn place, and stayed till 2320. Nearly three hours of non stop craziness and dehydration. I swear I came out feeling like I could fly. It was so addictive. To get lost in the music and atmosphere. Forgetting every damn thing for just that few hours, and feeling happy.


We're all masked motherfuckers. Forever lying our way through things. Thinking everything's gonna be alright, when in reality we're all messed up in our own little ways. We search for greater things in life. It's been summer for a very, very long time. I'm sick of the heat. I thought Friday changed the season, it felt that way for a moment. It's such a pleasant surprise to know that perhaps not all is lost. To be recognised, to feel that you're not all that bad.

 
Autumn, you're very much needed right now. You seemed right, at that time. I thought maybe you arrived just in time. You delayed yourself, that's alright. Just as long as you find your way through, I'll be here. Like I have been all these while. And if Summer's ever gonna return, it's all right. Nothing last, & such is life. We find, we lose, we move on and the cycle god damn repeats its fucking self till we die.

We're all lost souls searching for a place to hide. Ride out till the storm's gone. & if you are pleased, you can stay here forever. This hiding place is yours to keep.


I learn that I used to fucking love sadness. It's something I needed to feel every once in awhile to know that I'm still sane. But after 21 fucking years, happiness is taking the wheel. I lose myself in music, in a sea of strangers bobbing and jumping to the beat, feeling infinite. & at that time, I swear we were all immortals. Because, losing all hope was freedom. And I seek freedom in this life of mine.

Summer: Day 470

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Drunk Mayans

Merry Christmas to one and all.
Sorry it's been a while since I last posted. It was a planned hiatus, to maybe try and get away from stuffs that weren't really too good for me.

So let's go.

First off.


Secondly




Asked out a couple of people I haven't seen in a while to go club with us on the 21st. It was awesome. Drank a whole lot of alcohol and stuffs. Spent a fortune, and we disappointed the Mayans. We survived Mayans, what's next? 
Like me, the Mayans were probably drunk when they predicted that the world was going to end on 21/12/2012.

Lastly,
Yay to presents.
A little sad it's not Beat by Dr Dre though. BUT, it's still an awesome gift.
I SMELL LIKE BECKHAM
Gift swapped with the family in the noon, love this new found traditional in the family. Love all of my gifts, so grateful.

Let's end with some pictures and videos. 
Instagram: @emnism
Sad case of reality.

A new post will be up soon. Sneak peek?

Goodbye 2012.

She still remind me of you, so damn much,




Also, like Barney Stinson, when I'm sad, I just stop being sad and be awesome. Nah, I stop being sad by watching this video.
Scary snowman's awesome.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Waking up.

Good day to all of you.

I'm awake, after 15 weeks. Yes, I've been asleep all these while.
The past fifteen weeks have been the most perfect dream I have ever had in my entire life. I got into a relationship with a wonderful girl. I made new friends, physically and mentally better myself through all the trainings I got in camp, became a better person, and got some allowance from the government for serving the nation.

It was a dream that lasted only fifteen weeks because I woke up on 180912. I became single all over again on that fateful date. You're probably wondering what the hell, right? If not, okay.
Um, I have no idea. I'm in the same shoes as you, wondering what went wrong, and if all of it was a joke. What started out so dreamy, a start that was so perfect I couldn't ask for more, ended silently. Ended so cold and so sudden, it caught me off guard.

I don't really have much to say, but I know I'm a little thankful for the past fifteen weeks. Thankful for all of the memories made, the firsts, the lasts, and thankful for just being able to experience what it was like to be in a relationship. What is was like to actually fall in love, and also to fall out of it, for real.

For now, I'm thankful that my BMT phase is coming to an end. I'm glad that I've overcame everything, the route marches, the trainings, the punishments, the disappointments, my own limits and every other thing else which includes the heartache. I'm thankful for my family because they helped me get through the tough times. What i'm not thankful for is my own birthday, and all the other celebratory events that are coming up. It was supposed to be tickets for two, it was.

I leave the relationship with regrets, having not done more. But I take the failure as a push, to get myself back on track in life.

Yes, that's an fbt I'm wearing. What I'm trying to show is the amount of sweat that my shirt was soaked in.
Personal best, yes PERSONAL. Most of you are better than me, but I'm glad I ran for 6km without stopping.
Targeting a 10 klick run next weekend. Time to physically enhance myself.

Moving on with life.

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