Peacocks and Serpents

Summer rain

2011-11-23T12:27:00.007+08:00

Summer is here, or technically in Australia so I am on a break for three months which is pretty much awesome and lame at the same time. Its nice to be home for a long period of time (not to mention the cold rainy weather is such a treat) but its pretty boring. I don't have much to do. Yes, I have my piano, mounds of books to read and the occasional 'hang outs' with my friends from high school but I have this Stockholm syndrome to assignments and quite honestly, the whole atmosphere of zero work is driving me nuts. I am actually wondering if that whole workaholic gene from my dad has been passed to me. Not a trait that I am proud of.

I have also started drawing recently. I can't remember when I stopped drawing but I have suddenly picked up this doodling thing. Yeah doodles but not you average doodles on a piece of school book. No these are a bit like drawings but in a doodle kind of way (I wonder if anybody could answer that), so its pretty cool. I was really happy because I rediscovered my old passions, and yes reading included because for the past couple of years, I have read very few books and that whole 'phase' had no room for these stuff.

Another thing that has been bothering me is exercise. If you know (or have seen me) you would know that I am an exercise deprived person. So whats the flaw; laziness, lack of discipline and a fear of fratenising. Yes pretty ridiculous you may think but it creeps me out! So I think its high time and due for me to get started on something about it. Dunno if I should live update on the blog. Will have to think about that. What do you think

So as for the books on my list for the holidays:

1. Brisingr by Christopher Paolini

2. The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

3. The Valkyries by Paulo Coellho.

If i finish them the the list goes on. Will let you guys know. Some other time then. Adios.

Another week

2011-09-20T21:39:00.004+08:00

So its another week before my mid-semester break thus as you can see that I am a little more free to blog. Things seem to be falling into place pretty nicely. I have finally got a space of my own; when I say space, its a room I am renting at my cousins place. But still, its rewarding, my first step to independence. However, my parents may have not digested that I am a university student yet but I believe (and pray) that they get there.

So life was pretty much hectic up till yesterday and all of a sudden, I feel like I have nothing (when essentially there is always something to do). So university life is not so bad. Looking forward to a few interesting stuff this week:

1. Guitar lessons tomorrow

2. A party night out with my best friend in the whole wide world

3. A night out with my classmates

4. and of course... MID-SEMESTER BREAK.

Not a bad week. Not at all. But somethings are missing. Though several factors have played a part in this... something to do with Teen Wolf, Tyler Posey, being single and feeling lonely. I don't think I have to elaborate anymore and its not what you think it is. Though Teen Wolf and Tyler Posey may seem a little odd in the picture but people who know me well will understand. To those who don't... well, just try and see what you guys can do to string them. Yes, you might think I am ranting about this all over again but yeah guess what people, I am probably one of the few guys out there who go hormonal. Sorry, I can't do anything about it. Well its already 10pm. Might watch a movie before bed. Class at 8am bright and early tomorrow! Adios!

Destressing

2011-08-21T23:54:00.002+08:00

So 2 months have passed. It has been a real roller-coaster. Adding up to my work at college, I am force to deal with personal questions about my logistics, accommodation and my focus on studies. What a mess. It is difficult, no doubt. I am in constant stress about the future and what it holds for me. Whether what I am doing now is really my best and if my very best is sufficient to the deals made. These questions linger within me. It has cost me so much. So much so, that my skin is looking like a wretched reptilian skin (thanks to my eczema) and stomach aches. All is stress and stress became my all. I, for a moment, thought that I could not deal with it anymore. It was too much to take. I am always edgy, I did not want to admit I was stressed out neither was I doing anything to make me feel better. It made things so much more worst that I felt 24 hours in a day was not enough. But as always, the Almighty was there to point out the right direction. It always works that way, either a movie or a book or a song. This time, it was a movie, and I am not going to elaborate much about it but just for the record, its a Hindi movie entitled 3 Idiot. So you can Google that up and watch it to find out what is was all about. That movie had taught me so much about University life and what is expected of a student in the present and not to dwell with the misty future. I knew from then on, what was my problem.

I wanted to change. I could not let my life just drown in stress and not focus on my education and even worst, affect my health. So today, we had a prayer in the temple. And as I was praying, I envisioned a rock made out of my worries and stress. Then, I took a club, just like the ones the Hindu Gods possess and I broke that rock. I smashes it until there was no foundation for it to come up again. I could feel my body vibrating as this happened but hoped nobody saw this, they must have thought I was going mad. But I did it, and I felt so much better. I fell like I was lightened and now I am going to go through those gates and come out like a shining star. I will work hard but I will also work smart and make life a little easier for myself. Cut some slack and just enjoy life. I tend to doubt myself in times like this; whether all of this will last. even as I am typing this down, it almost seems hypocritical. However, I am going to go through this and I am just going to give it my best shot. Live life and achieve. Adios guys. Will talk to you soon.

The Tertiary

2011-08-01T11:14:00.005+08:00

So as I am writing this, I'm sitting infront of a computer in my university's crowded library, in half curses towards the printer which has decided to screw up and to prevent me from printing my timetable while in the midst of this, my Biology lecture notes are still unfinished multiplied by another two more untouched lecture notes and I am less than 45 minutes away from a 1 hour chemistry lecture.

So this is what my life at Monash University looks or more, sounds like. The pressure of doing well is constantly in battle with my dear old friend; laziness. It's quite terrifying, it gets kind of violent. However, I just can't hold myself to just sit back and smile at all this. I really like this lifestyle. new goals, new atmosphere, new place, new people and new knowledge. So many things to look forward, and one of it is my new found freedom.

Being an university student does give you a sense of pride. Yes, there were some up and downs these past few weeks, mainly the issue were about the finances but I can't help but be proud of myself that somehow, I have managed to come so far and I am pursuing a Bachelor's degree. So let's see how things go. Of course, I'll keep posting, just keep things updated but when the exam season is here, I guess I'll be on an indefinite hiatus. Will talk some other time, class awaits... =D... Adios.

Finding What Seems Lost.

2011-07-11T17:41:00.008+08:00

So some things happened this week. You could call them milestones but I dunno, to me they are very substantial but I believe there are much bigger and greater things ahead of me. Now this particular post may sound a little corny but what to do, I am always claimed corny. Nothing much there.

Well after many many opportunities, I managed to watch Disney's Enchanted and Tangled. Yes, it has been a bit late but what to do, nevertheless, better late then never. Other than the fact that after watching this and memories of my childhood came crashing down ( if you haven't already know, I literally grew up watching the Disney fairytale series since I was a baby) and before I come to that, the thing that I want to express is the art of true love. As children, we have seen and hoped, true love will be exactly like the cartoons on TV but as we grow, the constant pace of the torture and the assassination of out innocence has robbed us all of our hopes and dreams. Not all of us are able to resurrect those memories when we watch theses when we are older but I know I have. I now yearn for that fairytale love. As cliche as it may sound but I yearn for true love. I yearn for love's first kiss that is full of passion and emotion rather then its sensual reference, loves true kiss. We live in world full of sex and it makes me wonder; we're is true love? The love that will conquer all? The love that only death will do a couple apart? The love that is deemed to be sacrificed?

This week also marks the end of the Harry Potter series in the movies of course. Even though the books ended almost four years ago, but the last of the Potter movies seems like a validation of its epic conclusion. Many of us, are the "Potter Generation". I grew up with Harry Potter. I was there through everything what he went through. I cried when he did, I laughed when he did. I dreamed of all the adventures and thrills and hoped I would find mine one day, but maybe it wont be so magical, yet then again, the word magical leaves many perceptions. Harry Potter made me who I am today and all that I believe in. It was my everything; my childhood and adolescence. This plus all those Disney shows, it really leaves an impact on me.

So what am I am going to do? I am going to find it, the things that I want since those days. I am going to fight for them; Love and Adventure. Who knows, I may join a quest and find true love along the way or by finding love I fill fall into a journey. So I will keep my fingers cross and take a leap of faith. Sound good, huh? I have a good feeling about this. Let's wait and see. Till soon and catch you next time. Adios.

Robbed of ignorance.

2011-07-04T17:56:00.007+08:00

Now something very serious happened to me this weekend, amid my cousin's engagement weekend. Well my car was broken into and I was robbed of my cash and identification card. Thankfully. my driving license and my ATM card was spared but nevertheless my reaction was beyond imaginable. I do not want to dwell on this dreaded tale but the point I am writing this down is for the fact that I have taken too many things for granted. When we hear stories like this, we always think " Nah, that's not going to happen to me. What are the odds?", but when these things actually happen to you, the fault sometimes very much lies in ourselves.

Ignorance is bliss. Yes. I was very blissful indeed. My life was safe, or so I thought. I was in a unbreakable bubble. But, I am in a way thankful for this. It's an experience. A chance to make mistakes. It is a lesson, as in a short matter of time, I will be out to live a life on my own. So I don't quite regret this.

I take this from a documentary by Beyonce of a year-long personal and artistic journey of her fourth album, well in not so exact words;

"I'm making mistakes and I'm learning from them. I am not afraid to make mistakes. I embrace mistakes. They make you who you are. I have never been afraid to fall. I say all this things and now I am being tested."

Ponder. We'll catch up some other time. Adios!

You can move the universe like a child's prayer.

2011-06-14T20:56:00.011+08:00

As we grow older, from the first day we start school and have to be away from our parents, to growing into the roller coaster of adolescence, and then having the responsibility of driving a car, and then realizing we have to go to college, eventually move out and do something with our lives etc. etc. The list of worries, responsibilities, and stress grows immensely. With all that, it is so easy to lose sight of our innate purity and get stuck in our heads and all of the endless stress of life. It’s time’s like those, that it is imperative, to sit back, sit in silence, and realize that all of that is nothing but a perception. Take your attention away from those thoughts, put your awareness on happiness and success, and the negativity will significantly fade away, if not cease to exist. After that, we can complete the circle, and start back right where we began in the first place, the place of innate child-like purity. In fact, the benefit of having such a pure mind should rise in value with the responsibility of adulthood, to help cope with it.

Written by and sourced from, Michael Marchesan

This particular piece (and the rest of the blog post with a really cute video, which you can view by clicking the link) brought a bit of a choke in my throat. Why? Well, if I haven't been ranting already, the big Two-O is coming. It also marks the time when I suddenly had the urge to unearth long lost photo albums (yes, thank God digital cameras were not invented then) and to actually stare at visual evidence that I was once a child and I was a totally different person who didn't give damn about what the world had in mind and what it had to say but lived in my own Pandora of well, my essence.

The world played by my rules and imagination which I wholly owned but I prayed everyday that the sun will rise the next day. But never mind that. Point is, it will come a time when childhood slowly fades and you phase in to teenagehood which by the way is the moment where all is fun and who cares about tomorrow. But when you near 20, you look back at those broken pieces of a child you once were and you think what the hell. If it takes a "super-glue" to get the job done, it will. We have changed so much, until to the extend that you don't recognise yourself in the mirror; physically and mentally. Yet you can still see that same smile you had 15 years ago. You can reach it. You can let go of your childhood yet you can merge with it once more. You may not think like a child but you will have the intuition and energy like one and that can move the universe.

Quote from an old saying, a child's prayer is so pure, it will come true and quote from Elizabeth Gilbert from Eat Pray Love, we are part of this universe and what ever happens, we are a part of it and we have a right to it. By combining the two, we can achieve it, despite the fact we lost our innocence the day we reached puberty (or so they say). Who said we lost it? It was just hiding under a table like a kid, scared to come out because it's new and weird. So we let that kid finally come out from his sanctum and grow. We fear that kid will change when he grows but no, he will still be the same, only wiser and knowledgeable. He's not like us, yet he is us. Like I said, I see thing in paradoxes.

I do hope you guys get what I'm saying. It's pretty complex but that was probably my definition of soul searching or more like searching for my lost soul in a mass of glob made of social media, sex, trying to fit in, depression, self-hatred, ego and anger. Yeap, that definitely certifies near-schizophrenic-depressed boy-growing in the 21st century-syndrome. Its tough but I've toughen up. Speaking of which, I've got to get my bum to the gym or the bicycle, which ever nearer, cheaper and convenient, time wise. Well got to go, there's work tomorrow. We'll hang out some other time!

Out of my Four-Walled World

2011-05-22T11:52:00.010+08:00

It's pretty darn intimidating. Why? Well I can finally say that I am going to be a University students. Yes, for many of us first-timers, its a daunting thought, what more a task! I really can't picture myself in University. It's so weird. No more uniforms. Coming out of school as a students and crashing head-along back into school as a teacher, feels as if I have been doing this occupation my whole life. After all, the back-up plan after my degree is to be a teacher. But, I am one darn lazy educator.

*Owh God, I have run out of things to write...

Well, I was actually planning a vacation (peeps, if you are reading this get in touch with me as soon as possible) with just a few of friends or with my family. I just love traveling and I just thought that I should go for trip this coming holidays. Just to get out of my four walled world for a moment. Somewhere calm, where I can commune with the Supreme (yes, I'm serious and I don't mean an Ashram) that dwells within me. I specifically want a beach holiday. Some where I can just sit on the sand with my feet dug deep in the sands, breathing the salty air and feeling the ripples of cool blue waters on my back and chest. That is just the relaxing part, I also want to eat. I want to eat just great seafood. That would be a dream.

Speaking of beach holidays and exceptionally great food, I have noticed a shift in me. Quite recently I have come into terms with something. Looking at my reflection one day after shower, I felt a wave of pity for my self. For the past 15 or so years, I have noticed I have the ability to count the number of rib bones I have and yes, I can still do it to day. I have arms as thin and long as the branches of a willow tree and legs that can stand in competition for being as thin as those that could belong to storks. In a summary, I look like an overgrown peaky looking 10 year old, and I'm going to be 20 in exactly two months. My whole new years resolution of trying to look like Zac Effron before University is very plainly going down the drain.

But after that memorable day of looking at my reflection, I have developed this appetite. a ragging appetite to suddenly eat. Forgetting all those stuff I read on health magazines but just to eat and enjoy food after finding myself looking rather malnourished. No this is not like some stress-reliever-binge eating-disorder (I hope) because it doesn't feel like it but this is like pure appetite. Just to enjoy food and I am happy so say that my limbs are looking less like tree branches or legs of a Ciconia.

Well, it's a minute to 7pm, I better get going, got some chores to do and dinner to sort out. We'll hang out some other time. Adios.

The Catch-Up

2011-04-30T23:45:00.007+08:00

I know it has been pretty sad. I have almost completely ignored my blog... AGAIN. Well, it wouldn't be called neglected, the word is avoided. My whole life just took a whole big roller coaster since the last post. I'm not really sure if I want to elaborate. It's just too heavy but nevertheless a bit of a "catch-up" would not hurt:

1. I got my STPM with a rather fair but not the results that I expected. I was devastated by it and yes, all that regret came crashing down but thanks to God, he answered my prayers of coming to peace with my results. (which leads to the next point)

2. I could't help but grasp my hands on a copy of Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat Pray Love, even after enjoying the movie and I have only one thing to say; it was life changing. I finally learned the art of balancing contentment and devotion.

3. After countless confused decisions, headaches, tears and retaliation, I have convinced my parents and myself included that I want to pursue a Bachelors Degree in Biotechnology. Hoping to enter Monash University in Sunway as I met the minimum requirements with my STPM results (phew!) but I need to take the International English Language Testing System (IELTS) and get that required band to take the next step. The best part is, the exam is next week!

4. My choice of music has morphed. I can't stand mainstream anymore except a few selects. But now I'm just hooked to Adele's Rolling in the Deep.

5. I am now a substitute teacher in the Seremban Methodist (ACS) Secondary School. I was teaching English and Moral Studies to Form 1 and Form 2 students in the afternoon session previously (which was nightmare considering the fact that on my first day, my Form 1 student asked me what my beer preference and teaching English is super difficult) but now I teach Geography to Form 1, Form 2 and Form 3 students (getting up and going to work in the morning is such a bliss).

6. The Royal Wedding which happened two days ago was a real life fairy tale and somehow that whole wedding somehow marked the end of my childhood and the start of adulthood. It was beautiful and I wish one day I could have a fairytale of my own.

So that's all of that in a nut-shell. I've got lots going on but well, today marks also my very first 'Labour's' Day so to those of us who work our a**es of for that cash we all need, Happy Labour's Day and commemorate it, I got myself a pair of clip-on's for my spectacles. Can't wait to rock it tomorrow. Well, I got to go, clothes to fold and so little time. We'll hang out some other time.

Show Me How You Burlesque!

2011-02-18T20:48:00.012+08:00

Spoken true like the title, My friends; Priya, Brad, Vikram and I were up and bright to catch Burlesque which happen to open yesterday (in Malaysia). It was well, my idea because it so happens my STPM results are actually due on Monday. Quite frankly and plain, I was a train-wreck (I have been saying this just too many times) yesterday because the whole reality hit me. It felt like crap to say the very least. So, probably a movie would do good, but once I walked out of he theaters, my whole perspective of the outcome of my results changed.

___________________ *SPOILER ALERT*________________

When I first saw the 'Burlesque' poster last year, I was so excited; Christina Aguilera's lead acting debut and the long awaited return of Cher to the silver screens. I knew I had to watch it! What more perfect timing this could be.

The definition of Burlesque (yes I checked the dictionary when I first saw the poster) in this context that is, a broadly humourous variety show. Yes, the movie was funny, especially the lines but all in all it was a fantastic musical. Ample of glamor, colour, dance and songs with a pretty okay storyline. A typical my-type of movie. It offered me 2 hours of escapism from reality but it also taught me 2 hours worth of lessons of preservation and not giving up on your dreams. In retrospect; I had many dreams some of them in coma or most of them have died but yet moments and movies like these, pours the fuel into that small flame in me and it just grows bigger and bigger.

I have come to realise, in my life, it doesn't even matter if I turn out to just be a bartender (looking at the perks, you serve fresh hot chicks EVERYDAY) or something but the important thing is, you do good at what you are doing at the moment and never fail to seize the chance that can change your life, anywhere. Another thing is, your whole life is a learning process, learn all you can and never leave one stone unturned. If you have to start from the bottom, the journey to the top is all worth it.

So it doesn't matter to me if this movie is an award-material movie or sorts. To me, it was entertainment and there is a lesson to learn from it, no matter what. So, you my readers, you have a guilty spot for this kind of movies, the go head people and show the world how you BURLESQUE!

Smile...

2011-02-10T14:38:00.007+08:00

So a few days ago, well about a week I think, I went to the doctors to get my Eczema sorted out. Every single day was like 'itch' hell and my skin looked... Not a very pretty sight, I have to say. So when I was at the clinic, I gave my name and took a seat as I waited for my turn to see the doctor. Up on the TV, to my absolute suprise, and old Charlie Chaplin movie was on.

Of course, I have actually watched this movie already (a few years ago, my cousin, his wife, my brother and I, watched a whole set of Charlie Chaplin movies while my parents went for this, Indian musical thingy) but it still did not stop me from actually enjoying yet concealing my laughter from the other patients, worrying that my sickness that they might not have known, might have reached my brain for some reason.

However, that is not the point that I am trying to express here. Thing is, I can almost be positively sure that only a very small percentage of 10 patients sitting in that room have actually watched a Charlie Chaplin movie but when it was on, whether they were sick or not, they utterly enjoyed it. As a matter of fact, the more sickly patients looked far more lightened and better after a few giggles and smiles.

So here we are, how laughter seems to be the best medicine for sadness (though chocolate is another alternative) yet we have been far too thrifty in offering a smile. Yes, I know, we have had countless people that have told us to smile at other people, or in not so many words, be pleasant. But, it seems that rather than offering a smile to other, how many times have we actually stopped, looked at the mirror and smiled at ourselves? Brushing your teeth doesn't count.

As a self proclaimed self-criticiser, yes, I have now started smiling to myself more and yes, I have accepted the fact that I am very good looking despite the fact that I idolise the looks of Zac Effron, Aaron Johnston and Jake Gyllenhaal, all put together. This however, is not including the fact that I have made a resolution this year that I will have to enroll in a physical regime so that I could look and have abs like they do. And, I have also learned to be far much nicer to myself because I am unique in every single imaginable way. I have been nice to so many people, its time to put myself in front of others too.

So, moral of the story is, be nice to yourself, smile and make you life brighter even if it seems like your doomed, if you have to, stuff yourself with some chocolates to get the endorphins running. Once you do it, then you will start smiling at everybody else and their faces will light up like an energy saving Philips bulb that is very Eco-friendly. What a beautiful world. So people, smile to yourself first.

(Warning due to the recommendations of chocolates: Excessive intake may lead to sugar rush and extreme happiness which is unhealthy and dangerous. Therefore dark chocolate is much advised as a suitable alternative but your emotions may go haywire due to excessive endorphins and cause an adrenalin rush. Chocolates are also very high in saturated fatty acids. Please exercise caution.)

We wait till we never get anything done.

2011-01-20T21:04:00.008+08:00

This has been bugging me for quite a while already. It has been rather annoying, to the level of intolerance. I admit, I have been one of these people. Fact is, it was a way for me to actually fit in. I believe it is also a Malaysian thing. We never get anything done because the person next to us, doesn't want to do it. And then we end up feeling all guilty about it but owh well, can't cry over spilled milk. Here's a conversation I had with a friend of mine:

Me: Are you going to light that candle?
Friend: I don't know...
Me: Ok

*several minutes passed

Me: Are you still going to light it?
Friend: No I decided not to light it.
Me: *slaps head and heads over to light my candle.

This happens to be one of the countless times such dialogues have been conversed and trust me, its not just friends but family too. So I have learned to just ignore everyone and just get going with what I am going to do. I always have but quite previously, I thought by doing so, it made me look like some air-head, so I toned down and allowed other people make the first move. Problem is, no one does... NO ONE. It's a pity actually. People never appreciate the power that they have. I do and I am on the same page as Barney Stinson on this one; I AM AWESOME because I now make the 'first-moves'.

And so, We kick the teens out of us.

2011-01-18T12:41:00.005+08:00

I haven't been able to often update this place so is my diary. The last I updated it was actually last year. Well it must sulking in some corner of my room. I better go and try to find it. January is lazily slithering by. When I say 'lazily slithering', I mean, its been going by pretty fast but uneventful. Well, uneventfuly is a strong word but what else can I say when I do nothing but watch the Rachel Ray show, Martha Stewart show and Oprah every weekday at 10.30am. So that pretty much summarises what I do nowadays. I am also waiting for my application as a substitute teacher to be approved so I can at least have a decent piece of job. if that doesn't work out, I will scavenge for one, I have no other choice.

Last Saturday happened to be a very dark day. It marked the passing of my best friends father. To be honest, I am very bad at reacting to these situations. I really don't know how to comfort my friend. I didn't know what I should say to him. How ever much I empathise, I can never wholely know how it feels to be him at that moment. I could only just be there for him.

With this recent event, I have concluded that it has now come down to this; the year 2011 marks the end of my teen-hood. Not just the number of my age quite literally but the fact that I know have choices and sacrifices to make. All these things wouldn't be possible without a little of growing up and the freedom which I long for. I have finally come out of my shell, and I see who I am quite clearly now. I have always been a obsessive person when it comes to planning but I have now learned to live in the moment and whatever that we plan may never work out, but it might not ruin the event. In fact, it might just provide a twist.

So the lesson to be learned; just let go of the past, believe in the Higher Power, believe everything happens for a reason, there are no such things as coincidences, life is never going to be fair to you, never give up, be realistic, be humble, empathise, be open minded, listen, learn to wait, learn to love, enjoy life, act on rational impulse and well just grow up. That's all you need

Sa Re Ga Ma 2011

2011-01-03T12:58:00.007+08:00

First and for most, Happy New Year everybody. Hopefully 2011 promises us with more adventures and experience to fill up a new chapter in our lives. You don't want to hear me drag about 2010, that was so last year!

I now have this sudden aching urge to go back to India. The last time I was there was when I was 12 and I am very sure, much has changed. The thought of going to India the very first time was dreadful, of course, if you have relatives and cousins who constantly condemn India knowing that their bloodlines can be traced all the way. However, when I touched down in India, I never felt quite like I am in a foreign country, I felt like I am home. I just loved being there and the people there are just so welcoming.

It has been so long. I have been hinting to my folks about going back but my whole life intervened these past few years so I had to put it aside. Now that I am, well, 9 months unemployed, I just feel like going and the experience will be just amazing all over again but this time, I don't intend to be there for a short visit, I want to be there longer. It's quite a shame, I don't actually have any close relatives over there. Of course, this time, my Tamil needs massive brushing up if what I dream of comes true. But now, I just feel like breaking away and catching the next flight over there. What should I do?

Well, I'll have to scheme then, like I always do. If anyone has any ideas, just hit me up! Till the next, adios!

However...

2010-12-29T12:24:00.004+08:00

I make drastic decisions. Usually, much regreted and well, second thoughts come hand in hand with it. The idea of turning this whole blog into a complete creative writing blog sturck a magnificent place in my mind but after days of consideration, I realised I can't be juicing all that creativity out of me so often and it was almost torturous bottling up opinions and just 'being' all random on Tumblr. So, just as a heads up, there will be personal or more appropriately, myself related posts up with the creative writing. Yes, you can count this as 'blogging' I suppose. Keep a heads up.

Entwined: Redemption

2010-12-23T19:59:00.021+08:00

I tried to focus as I opened my eyes. Even after countless transformations, I can never get used to seeing in colour. A problem with me for thousands of years. I could feel my back lying down a soft damp grown. I pulled up my hands, looked down at my torso, groin and legs, making sure every inch of me is properly transformed. I felt weak, after all, the transformation is a very painful process. I got up, I don't have much time. I removed the rough fray that once covered me and threw it to a bush.There was a cave beyond a nearby lake. As quick as I could, I crept into the lake and swam towards the cave. Fortunately, the clothes were still there. It was almost time.

I was walking down the street, making my way to her apartment. I could smell and taste the sweetness in the air. How odd? But then it hit me what tonight was all about and why all that is mundane is so much more pleasant. I reached her front door. I rang the bell and I waited anxiously outside. What if she didn't agree? What is all my efforts are in vain? What if this is the end of how I feel for her? The door opened, and there she was, clad in white blouse and a pair of jeans with her dark hair down on her shoulders, with her smoldering eyes burning through mine. But my eyes were focused on only one thing, the stone encrusted in her locket. The stone that shines like a red fire on a cool surface of blue water.

"Arya... I... So are you sure about this," she says.

"It's alright Anju. If you think its too soon and if you are not sure, let's just forget about this," I said

"No Arya," she said as she closed her eyes, trying to stay calm. "I made up my mind. I would never have dreamed of giving it to anybody except you. Never!"

Without hesitating, she pulled me from the doorway and kissed me passionately. It was so intense. Her mouth tasted like fire against mine but it was so sweet. We moved closer as we inched every piece of clothes from ourselves. I felt for the very first time like a man than who I really was. My mind was racing but I was trying to keep my focus on the stone. We closed in. We were now not wearing anything. We moved in and out made out way to her bed. I have never felt this way in my life before. She felt like the sweet nectar form paradise and the very amritha that slit the tongues and gave me and my race immortality.This was it.

I inched in closer as I caressed her curves. Anju was not used to it but I helped her, guided her. I felt my blood turn as warm as hers. But no, I can't loose it. I must take it before the moment passes. As the heat rose, I struggled to hold on and with all my might I grabbed the locket and pulled it out, hoping my brute strength did not hurt her or make her realise what I did. But she was in a trance when it peaked and before we knew it, it ended like a storm. As we lay on the bed, she fell, fainted I presumed. I believe it was too overwhelming. My fist was hard, with the locket in it. Without a moment to loose, I put my clothes on but my heart sank. I looked at her. Lorf, forgive me for this. My love Anju, forgive me for this betrayal.

As I walked through the a thick forests of east India, my mind was racing what would she do next. As the full moon decided to come out from the clouds, it shone brightly on a great ancient ruin, a once magnificent temple. At the very entrance, I was compelled to remove my clothes. She never liked any of our kind to wear sheets that adorn our body. Its in-dignifying she says. I walked into the temple,stark naked and the only sound water dripping from the stone ceiling and pillars but even with these human eyes, my sights weighs far beyond those of the ordinary. A strong scent of death somehow filled this once holy placed. There, at the main hall, the moon's rays was set upon a throne which was once an alter. On this very throne sat a women, far too beautiful to be a heir of men. very much like me, there was not on strand of thread over her body. On the sides of throne lays two bowls, one full of eggs and the other with milk. Of course, her favourite choice of guilty pleasures.

"So you finally procured my crown jewel from the virgin?" she says

"I have done what you have asked me to do Nagi," I said. "Now you will be able to become your true self again. What more are you waiting for?"

Nagi smiled in the most peculiar of all ways as she rose from her throne and said, " You and I both know my curse will end only when the whole ritual is complete, but before that tell me my... mate, how was it like to entwine with a human?"

I tried to avoid looking into her eyes "Of course it was nothing compared to what we have Nagi."

Nagi closed on me and turned to my back. I felt her hands rubbing my chest and my back. "Oh, Arya, then why do you look so troubled; has your venom become impotent or have you fell in love with that filthy female primate?" she whispered into my ears.

"No, I have not, you are my true and one mate. There is nothing more and I did all of this to get that stone for you."

"Ahh, very well Arya, it is time. Ready my love. Once this is complete, I shall have my revenge,"

I very well knew this was not how it was going to be like with Anju. I have done this countless times with Nagi but nothing was compared to the sweetness when I was with Anju. I closed my eyes and prepared myself. I have no choice. I am after all Nagi's mate and she is the most powerful of my kind. I could hear a thunder from afar and I could no longer feel the warm rays of the moon. It felt like Apocalypse but it must be done. I have no choice. It has begun.

Statement: A new start, a new slate.

2010-12-23T18:32:00.007+08:00

Well if you may have noticed, every post from this place has been deleted. That whole part of me is now behind the curtains and now I have emerged to the stage. My usually random blogging will now move to my Tumblr site so you can check that out.

Very much like a close friend of mine who has started a creative writing blog, this blog will now function the same. Yes, this decision is very sudden and trust me, sudden decisions leave impacts on other people and myself included. This blog will include fictional stories and stories very much inspired by the moments in my life.

So enjoy, and hopefully I will get a piece up as soon as possible. Till then, peace out.