Lets Pretend

That airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars.
I could really use a wish right now. A wish right now.

What I do Best

Inconsistency. My biggest rival.

Funny thing is, not sure when I should stop. Always missing something.

I can't help. I just thought nothing feels right. Nothing fits the look. So trial given to every new title seems fair enough.

Well. Still. Inconsistency sucks. Inconsistency means no identity. Loser. A worry-ward. Always one step behind. No tradition.

And He always triumph me. In control of me.

Shoot!

I really need to come up with something. Real fast. A name that fits the look. Fits the sight and sound. The tone, don't forget the tone.

Damn.

3-words is better than 2-words name. A foreign name maybe...? What about a boat name? A venue's sounds great?

Girl's name should be nice...girl...or boy...?

What about the font?

Go around and round...and...round...and round...roun...

Genie is Gone at The Moment

We are tight. Really, really tight.

 

The expression is shown on both of my lovely aging faces.

I figured. Causing her to act the way she has been acting. Been so close to him. So nice. Been teasing him. Thrown in a few English phrases.

To ease his frustration. Take him to Utopia. Even meant for a second.

Yet his mood is not set for the play. His mind is wandering. Belong to somewhere else.

Whole life, he had been slaving away. That was what he had been once. Toiling all his life.

Now. He is sitting on the same chair, pondering on life. Counting up his creases. He knows well he still capable of. Despite people around him are rejecting him. Shut him down.

I.

I have so many wishes right now. So many plans mapped out in my mind. I can't wait. I have to.

Wish I'm a little older, yet young enough to take their places.

Undo their furrowed brows.

Take them on lifetime vacation.

Hong Kong.

China.

Japan.

Taiwan.

Or Korea.

If there's a place call Utopia. We stop there.

Belting Out

Out of boredom. This is what I do. What I do best.

Find my way back to where I came from. Lost and confuse.

It's a rut. Mind-numbing junk. Along the way, I count the days go by.

I lose track of time.

What I see.

Is what I get.

Gotcha! With my treasure. You found my treasure.

Confusionisme

I was once full of hope and with a heart brimful of zest. Ready to embark on my journey to victory. Felt like I was out for blood.

More. Determined. Set.

Life really full of surprises. So much unpredictable. My only guides and torches, which are supposed to be lighting and leading the way, seems to be failing me.

Ohh...life. How could you. They have become my little nemesis. 

Every progress screams irony. All lies. My guides are deceiving me. Have made me a hypocrite. I fall prey. Make me believe in something which is out of my league. So I thought.

Double-crossing me.

This curve ball really hard to be swallowed. Incomprehensible. Perplexed.

Bothersome.

I feel the weight on my shoulder. This decision means a lot. This journey will be my lifeline. Something on the brink. 

At this point, I'm on the fence. Nothing to grasp on either. Never been so alone. So frightened. 

I remedy myself. Going to be OK. For sure. 

The Fourth Kind

So it happens everywhere. Taiwan. Singapore. Russi...

After the show, I did a little digging out of curiosity. Something I just found out, though was useless to me. Because I wouldn't think at any given day and time of my life, I would be that lucky to have any encounter "of the kinds".

In the book The UFO Experience: A Scientific Inquiry(1972) by an astronomer and UFO researcher, J. Allen Hynek, he introduced the first three kinds of close encounters(CE) with the non-human intelligence: 
             
CE1: Strange objects seen nearby but without physical interaction with the environment.

CE2: A CE1 case that leaves physical evidence, e.g.soil depressions,vegetation damage,or causes electromagnetic interference.

CE3: CE1 or CE2 cases where occupants or entities are seen.

And the fourth kind, which is the worst case scenario is being abducted by aliens.That which is what is depicted in the film.

Based on actual event. (so it says)

Oh. Well. It really debatable. Nobody have ever known. We all being kept in the dark by government agencies.

I wonder if all the recordings in the flick were authentic...and Dr. Abigail Tyler even existed...

Nothing sold me. 

Now. I know better where the phrases came from.

Starring Milla Jovovich,(2009).

      

Departure time: 6.05 am, August 16th

After all these time.

I spent the last night with you.

I kept feeding you through out the night. I rose. Glucose. Only more glucose to you.

I truly believe. Strangest things have happened. It did. We played guessing game.

You jumped. You had made the decision.

It was cruel you never left any trails behind. No fur. No claws. No blood trails. No sound. No carcass.

Nothing.

Like you had never existed. It is decided you had made that jump off the balcony. Or God took you up to heaven trip? Will he bring you back to us?

No. We accepted the fact that you already gone with the wind. As simple as that. It is decided.

Vanished.

We will always miss you.

Our family cat, Mel (male).

Departure time: As I was told by then.

At The Balcony

You made me contemplated about life.

How it's unfair.

You are frail. Lethargic. Ill.

You still need glucose.

I feel your bony torso. Distended belly.

When you looked afar, I wondered what you were thinking. Or were you then?

Mom said she wanted to snap some shots of you. I won't do it myself. It will just remind me how sick you were. Something I don't want to remember.

I only want to remember how mischievous you once were. You choosy about food. Your big pretty marble eyes. You enjoy warm bed. How you sneaked up to my bed once, came home late-night and woke me up to let you came in through the window.

You freeze with strangers. You hated garbage truck.

You hardly steal. You listen to us.

You were so vain. How you take care of that coat.

I love you, Mel.

The Book of Eli

Everything is back to basics.

It is another novel Dark Ages at the side of the world. Human once again become illiterate. People live less than they need. Killing one another.

Desolated. Barbarous.

And there is only one hope to salvage the post-apocalyptic world. A Holy Bible left on earth. Braille's. With a hope to humanity.

With one man's calling and his quest to protect the sacred book and go only west. To spread what he preaches.

After I watched the flick, I was speechless.

You never would have guessed it. A blind man with his only Bible left right off the top of his head.

Thumbs-up. Really thought-provoking. Plus the CGI.

Starring Denzel Washington (2010).

A Close Call

I'm sorry. I never try to comprehend what's in you.

Your nature.

Sometimes. You could be so mean.

Now. We hear your frustration. Your unusual tone tug on my heartstrings. I count your every rhyme. I feel it strongly.

I never comprehend. No one does.

We will fix you.

Whatever rumors have with your organs, we will fix that. Most of all, your agony.

Stop drinking. And you should start eating.

Our family cat, Mel (Male).

Childlike Sweetheart

What seems to be a pure, innocent child.

So much.

Being untouchable, unreachable by the surroundings and pedestrians. Naive in a way. Complicated in another way.

I am appreciative and feel blessed. Each day. For what I am. For what I'm going through. Every single day.

Angel by my side. I am safe.

I fall everyday. Fall too deep. I heart you too much. So much I'm dumbstruck of where this deep red heart came from.

Always another coat of red.

It has reached where it supposed to be. Always be. Deep-rooted. Won't belong anywhere anymore.

But here.

Depiction: Betwixt and Between is All-or-Nothing

Haven't you been a really bad girl?

Didn't you hear what daddy told you?

I know what you've been up to. You're up to something. I can smell it.

A really bad girl. Have been a very naughty girl lately. The last spank wasn't good enough for you, wasn't it?

Playing truant was all that you could come up with? Any better?

Don't you playing hide-and-seek with me. You can run, but you can't hide.

Don't look at me like that. You pathetic sh*t! You've known better off listen to your mama's words.

You belong here. You eat, drink, play, read, write and sh*t here. Don't you get it? Stupid b*tch.

You never get away with it. All yours. And it has been as long as you live. Mark my word and remember it by heart.

Little b*tch has gone overboard.

...all and all.

I have an ominous plan taking shape in my peaceful but active mind. Is going so well. Smooth sailing. Talked to people. And will talk to people again. See what they say. The last piece puzzle will be solved sooner than you think.

With a heavy heart. I broke mama's heart. Sans daddy's heart.

Now.

Hush little baby, don't you cry.

...cause mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring...

Ironically Speaking

Want the truth? I'll give the truth.

Can't give one all the intimacy one wants. Not like this. Not this way.

Wonder if the time itself is taking its toll on duet. Or just an illusion.

One feels connected. Because one who gets all the "connections". Here. Apart. It's eating my heart out for everything. One.

When one is given all the connections whatever it means to one, one assumes both are on steady lines. Everything stable. Everything is cooler than one's shirt's color one's wearing. Beautiful than the garden at one's own backyard. As smooth as one's girlfriends' satin dresses one picks up at the nightclub.

In my case. Tells different tale.

Let one be asked. Are these all well, rosy, eye-candy than one thinks they are? What about another one's deep-down, hidden emotions? Does one even give a shit?

Makes me skeptical. Does one ever wonder any possibility? Any possibility at all.

I doubt it.

None.

Again. My patience infinitely unreachable.

Second doubts.

Yeah. Keep on doing that. It only means my passion for one.

Sometimes. One is there. Sometimes. One isn't there at all.

"Oh, you are on honeymoon! Glad I'm not joining."

I remedy myself.

Never tell me reasons why.

Only joining another honeymooner.