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New Year Resolution
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2) I want to finish one of my novels
3) I want to join 'B----' Training
4) I want to be more honest in what I want to do in the future regardless to whom
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6) I want to learn how to cook, do laundry and house chores.
7) I want to keep my 'single lady' sign on my head. Sorry guys :P
8) I want to work and save more money to support my training and study
9) I want to master the Art of Ethics and Etiquette.
List of Fictions
The Forgotten Melody (MI Challenges)
Wielding Katana
Eye of Raven
Raisonnement, Confiance and Fric
Perhaps... The Darkness of Curiosity.
Peril in Menacing Throb.
The Gift of Immortality
List of Poetry
To the Tiny Beings
A Man Can Die but Once
Forever and a Day
The Miserable Has No Medicine but Only Hope
I Like This Place and Willingly Could Waste My Time In It
Eternally Remembered
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Running Naked
But I also hear snickers...making me feel like I'm running naked.
We are moving towards the ideas of first world country, yet we are stuck as a third world thinker. We dis and smirk, trying to compare ourselves with others. Judging one's view and laughing at them silently, while we voice assuring words and support, as if we really care.
I am running naked. Feeling exposed and vulnerable. I hide myself under a black sheet, trying to mold an image that suit the society, while the real me, running havoc and desperately pleading to be freed.
I am running naked. My ambition and wants changes to fit the pace of the society. The ideas of difference is mocked. The narrow-minded paradigm that became the society's norm tied my hands and legs, caging my inner self from transforming into a butterfly.
I am running naked. Words full of lies and deceit. The tune is crafted so to fit the phrase of a 'fine lady' and is hidden under the cloak of deception. But one do not care, as selfishness became a part of air that we breath and the food that we eat. So long one do not try to connect, the society remain impaired.
I am running naked. I no longer speak my mind, I remain in my shell where I feel save and I know that's how the society wants me to be. Thinking outside a box only a meaningless phrase that is carve to motivate and later destroy my hope, as the society cunning words and judgments break my spirit, leaving me with nothing. Not even hope.
I am running naked, yet my dress is intact. I wonder where is my pride, taken away by the society, leaving me cold and cruel. Trapped in a statue build for me as I willingly become a lonely prisoner.
Dressing me,
Pararae
Bitter Farewell
"Petro, promise me." I said softly as he tucked me to my bed. I could feel his cold palm against my feet as he tried to gather my elaborated sleeping gown under my blanket. His eyes were silent, yet I can see it's glowing in the dark, as if tears has gathered there. This is a hard moment for him as much as me, yet I knew, I have to make him promise. "Please, promise me that you will never leave me." My voice choked with tears. My eyes were burning, as it desperately trying to release the tears free. But I have to stay strong. So, I swallowed it hard that it left my chest burning. "Please..." My voice quivered.
Petro lowered her head, hiding his pale, white face under his long bangs of hair. No matter how I admire the bangs before, I wished I could have him cut it before so that I could read his face now. We were both silence, and yet we knew that silence is not present in our heart. My hands that gripped on the blanket wished that it could grab his hand instead or perhaps hold up his chin so I can see his face. "Please, look at me and say it." My mind was shrouded with emotion, screaming for him to answer positively, yet my heart knew the answer would be the opposite. Tears started to run down my temple and by that time, I thought that hiding my feelings would not solve this issue, so I cried. Wishing that he, too, could hear it.
"Just close your eyes, Lady Cl'mentine." He whispered, mostly to the wind as he avoided the urge to look at her. Because he knew if he does so, he will never be able to hold back his own tears. "The sun is going down. Don't worry because you will be alright and no one can hurt you now. Once the morning light comes, you will be in good hands. Safe and sound." I felt a rush of tears damping my face as he silently stood up and blew off the candle on the bed-side table. Although I knew that would be his answer, but I couldn't accept it. My mind silently screamed for him to stay, even for a moment. His footsteps sounded like a broken song to my ears and my cry grew as it sounded dimmer and dimmer, when finally, it stopped. A gush of light entered the room as he opened the door to the hallway. My tears caused my sight to be blurry, but I could tell that his white skin looked paler under the yellow light. At that time, he looked almost like an angel.
"Goodbye, Lady Cl'mentine." With that, the door closed softly, before the room enshrouded again with darkness and all that I could do, is wept.
The Making
"This girl, who once I knew
Once upon the midnight blue,
She stared at the mountain, high atop of the snowy build
Her hair flopped back, over her rips"
I stared at the mirror, and somehow, I felt strange. The reflection of a girl, with tan Asian skin, curly raven haired and round black eyes stared back at me. Her eyes looked familiar, the depth of her pupils seemed like abyss, inviting and drowning its watchers into the rabbit hole, where darkness is eternal. And yet, the features of the small girl looked bizarre...different, as if I have never seen her before. It is like she has just popped out of nowhere and stood like, claiming the room hers' and leaving me out of place.
"The girl who I once knew
Under the reflection of the neon
She stared at the golden pool
and saw a princess holding silver and golden ball"
I tried to ponder, where it has all gone wrung. The girl who looked so innocent, so naive, with her smile curved so wide that she wishes to brighten everyone's face with her lines of teeth. But now, all that has left of her, just a girl, with pin-up hair, straight looks, downward curve lips and black and white suit. It is like butterfly, sprang from a lifeless cocoon.
But I always wonder whether my case works differently.
A butterfly, which sprang from the Borealis cocoon, was splashed in dreary grey.
So pitiful, so boring...
But, this is me, the making of a girl, who called herself, the runner...
Painting Me,
Pararae
Macbeth Shakespeare
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Quotes that describes so much on the value of our lives, here, on earth.
To some, they are significant to the world, yet when they die, the tales end.
Whether it speaks of nothing...or something, only the world may judge.
Reflecting on the Importance of My Existence,
Pararae
Mirror oh Mirror
I hate it when some did this or that to me... or so they say.
I hate liars and traitors... or so they say.
Or worse, I hate someone who do not know their place... or so they say.
The truth is, they walk the talk, no matter how much they hate to see it in someone else.
I laughed silently as yet another complaint about how much they hate people around them...
Sure, I hope they should have video-taped what they complaint and try to mirror themselves once a day, at least, just to show how much they have actually practiced what they preached.
So, yeah. Grow up and stop thinking that you are the best, while putting the blame on others, because you yourselves are not perfect and better yet, you are actually the same person with the person whom you hate.
Rolling mirror,
Pararae
Man of Crow
The dead will not just disappear...
They will just continue to dwell in the land of darkness.
Once a person cross the line of the living, he cross the boundary of mortality.
So, that would makes him immortal, in a way...
Those who have tasted the bitterness of death, will escape the cruelty of time.
The dead aren't living, but that didn't mean they are not here...
Those who live in the underworld can walk on the surface world.
Yet, those who walk on the surface do not know of the world under.
Not everyone can gain entrance into the underworld...
But he is such a man, who has gotten that privilege.
A man who turn his back towards the light and dashed into the madness of darkness with dignified pace...
A man who stuck between the realm of the dead and the land of the living.
Such man that became the guardian of both world.
A man that managed to tame even the wildest devil to his will, and the most furious beast to his desire...
He, is a man of crow.
Crowing me,
Pararae