Getting off

Wait,

God.

Tonight I send you my words

I will come 

No pain piercing up through the heart

From every step I take 

Will stop me from coming 

Dragged along will be the guilt and sins

Turned into fruits of my offering 

As I sit here learning to give life me 

Quietly I stay obedient to the path beneath 

For the swamp and fire to let go 

Whence my palms gently touch it

With that I shall come

But wait,

God

I send you my words

I will come

Silent guilt in the cold January

As birds,

They've returned

Cozily in each other's 

Wanting this guilt pardoned 

解决问题

家里最近来了一窝黑蚂蚁。

什么甜的酸的咸的辣的油的，没多久就一片黑海。

终于忍无可忍，去跟黑蚂蚁女皇请安。

“陛下，我们后面家烧猪肉的。

你们去那边啦。。。” 

辣椒逢知己

指着天的辣椒。

忘了何时家里来了这么一棵。

不久前想摘几颗辣个炸开的时候，发现好多红的都被吃掉一半。

直到前天，终于有缘看见它。

小树枝很轻，它很重。

没法站稳，看它吃得怪辛苦的。

人生难得遇见口味相投的朋友，却不能靠近。

命运弄人啊。。。

家园生命

周六不停生活

小小绿园里有记录不完的事。

记录了一个又看到另一个。

看到了又不能不记下。

眼看笔迹越来越凌乱。

也感觉中午的阳光快来袭。

还好这时来了一只红眼大苍蝇。

站在纸上，搓起双手，然后四只手一起搓。

Geumanhae. Jebal.

终于搁笔。真乱。

乱中浓浓的思绪，怎么解读。

One thunderstorm in November

I had to shake this trembling off. In so I draw.

If I weren't this life, this me, would I miss this man? Nearly, I turned them all away. What is left then for this old fool?

Everything that's been thrown are all worth their fullest. But there's always a twist. Nobody knows. The fool lives its name, knowing that they are locked out there, with accomplished mission. 

The stories I've come to learn stamped into the consciousness. Between now and the time they fade, something grows. We know not what it is, as of all the nows. And in small steps, we continue to draw our trembles, not knowing what else to do.

Mood Cross-over

So much to lose. Are you taking this away too? There ain't a lot on the plate but you just can't let it be, can you?

Half the week is on a low heat. Water vaporizes and so is any lingering strong emotion. With jokes and gags still good to laugh at, it's hard to tell. When you pour everything in for a stir-fry, wouldn't it be great if it turns out good for your soul? But when it's in the blood to go where there's no queue, you are risking the past, present and future.

Shit. I just hit in an idea that will keep me walking alone for a long time. It's poking at me all the time anyway. Makes me wonder what the hell did I ask for at the first spark. Right now, my guts is telling me to hold it all together in the wok. I need a real big one. I don't. Maybe that's the problem...

Writing monologues out front... way to go, myself.

Now, fortunately, I am still in the mood to draw. Putting my prayers in it too. I'm really clueless when it comes to the pangs of life. It must be agonizing to watch from outside huh? Drawing is probably just the only way I see I could do at this point. If it sucks, it's just me though.

On cohabiting, living like the world accepts differences when it harshly scolds you off is picking on the nerve. Still fighting to not get used to it. As thought should. Kan? (Excuse me, sir. Your Malaysian is showing...)

Just not easy to live on the ugly end of life. You know you should throw the magnifying glass away. But why do you keep hearing it? There must be something. Like, is this my thesis? Oh by the way, all these writings will be done on this intent. I figured the best way to keep the big cat mind occupied is to have some sort of a blown-up purpose. At least it shouldn't keep on feeding the greed. Purr...

Allow me to go back to my prayers in this mood...