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Sunday Sleepy Sunday
Written on: Sunday, September 27, 2009
Time: 9:42 PM I'm still trying to decide if MD was a waste of time today, but as usual I think I'll lose interest before I know it. Thing is, I wanted to go out afterwards. Bros' exams comin' so I can't go playin the PS or on the com, Fauzan had tuition so even more no com, and its quite damn boring like this at home. Just around fourish I was standing around trying to plan my day, when all of a sudden I fell in love with this mattress that was folded and neatly tucked away in a corner of my study room. That was the spare mattress that was once upon a time used a lot because - brace yourself - either one of the three brothers didn't wanna bathe but didn't wanna 'dirty' his bed. Not that we're dirty, cos we know when we can afford not to bathe. Its also a lotta fun to sleep in the hall. And once upon a time, I was in love with the hall too. I pulled out the mattress (effortlessly cos my muscles have since grown ten times bigger hahahhah sempat seyyy k I take that back, liars go to hell), lay it on the study room, and promptly slept in my jeans. Not bad, quite comfortable I must say. I ended up waking at 6:40, and the rest of the day was quite uneventful. I wanted to sleep after Maghrib, but I was too tired. Hah seriously, and I didn't wanna waste my wudhuk. And now I'm wondering why I'm telling whoever you are, all about my sleeping patterns. And why you're even still reading hahahah you amuse me, I like you! Carmen likey. That was from Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep. Though if you must imagine me saying that, I deeply regret your situation. Somehow I find this picture strangely mezzmerizing: Other than that I think I should just reveal (makes it sound so much more impressive hah) the last part of my poem of sorts. Its been jumping around in my bag and has creeped everyone out at home. Tulah, experimental magic has its price. 3/3 Now their bodily remains were found by some chance, By a fellow, oh how unlucky! But then he would know the dangers that mask, Behind all that is nice and shiny He retched and he cried at the sight of the mess, Of pink and of white, red and insides, Laid about bones and some skin, Eyeballs all burnt from within Quickly he ran to the town crier's house, Where the holy man was also close by He told of his finding, so hard he was crying, "Someone tear the putrid sight from mine eyes!" "Come now young man, you shall have a bath In holy water as I say a prayer. Remember, however, God has you preserved For He has ensured you will remember "Remember that He is the only Light, And we only turn to Him. Remember that no good can come from another, For He is the One True Creator" "Yes I'll remember, I won't ever forget, That He is the only Creator God bless, how I recall what I would have done, Just a day prior to this! "I am a poor man, there is much that I want, Yet nothing has come from my prayers. I was so desperate, so very intent, On turning to the Damned one for pittance! "Oh thank you my Lord, for bringing me back, And showing me the harsh consequences. I nearly forgot, and nearly stept off, To the path of no deliverance." The man had his bath, then a hot meal (he ate quick), Then the three of them set off from there. The town crier did, what only he could do, And soon the whole town was aquiver. The tale had been told, the word had been spread, What a fair warning to the people, too. All day and all night, the town was abuzz, With the face of the wretched crew. On the next day, just before dawn, A group marched on to the house (That wretched house) With torches and oil and holy books (As they marched to the wretched old house) They were solemn and walked in silence, Each praying in his heart (For who knows what lurked in that wretched house?) For protection, for forgiveness (As well as for the wretched ones) As they silently trudged out of town. They finally came to it and wasted no time, Oiling the path to be burned, CHanting their prayers in unison, Lighting the torches and casting the flame, To send back to Hell what stubbornly came, To clean up the land and to make it safe, Ridding the evil and bringing in pureness, And clearing the mess deep within, The mess of once people now abominations, No one could set eyes on those villains, And the Earth would not take their remains. The task was complete, They made their retreat, And walked back in the glow of the sun. FINALLY I'm done typing this mak-panjang-nyer step-poem. Oh and I chose town crier cos that was the first thing that came to me. As though he's damn influential. Fat, cherubic, fat, fat, loud and a nice person, can you imagine the town crier. Compared to the holy man who makes you feel so incompetent (assuming the unlucky young man is not a good person). Oh wait maybe he wasn't but but but but but but who cares if the clock goes twice round in the wrong direction, as long as I have my rest. All I'm trying to say is I never did walk the path, it laid itself beneath me and now I'm following, as it follows me, without knowing, yes again and again? Do you really want to? Wait I've got to ask myself first. Well who needs sugarpills when we've got sleep vacations and crescent moons to light the dinner table. There's chairs for everyone so find a new table, we need the company. Have you been searching long? Then look in the books, you might find something you left there awhile ago. Isn't it obvious that the demons of our past have just one task left, and that the two months of idle are too fast approaching. Where will you run when the doors open huh huh huh. Doesn't really matter to me cos I take it walking anyway, let it skim, let it pass, too much to not care about so you can care about everything else. You know what, I think I'm gonna sleep again. There's nothing for me to do and I'm gonna get back to studying soon anyway. I hope everyone's break has been many times better than mine, for the simple reason that I like people to be happy. That makes me happy. But I'm more restless and angry that unhappy, though that all leads to happiness. Not a long run thing, rather instantaneous. Its all mapped the same way you see. But where does this all lead to you ask? Then look no further, she has one answer. It may be strange, but I'm so looking forward to going back to school. With the A levels looming there, I need something to keep my system organized systematically emphatically nonchalantly, while brusquely vivifying the echelons of continuity. I can't stand this feeling of asymptotic freedom, like I can do half of whatever I want when I really can't, because there's a lot waiting to be done. And left by myself, I've got nothing to pull me away from the things I don't want to be around. I can't really speak for myself yet maybe, like I'm unable to do what's right for me. They all snicker at me, question me and set their expectations. They have nightmares but I'm living in one (this line's not true, I just came up with it and found it pretty cool). Have you heard the laughter? Even their mockeries are insincere. LOOK the next time you're walking down the street, you'll see all that we have to fight. But I've got new weapons and I love to share, so are you on my side or not. Either way, we'll all get rid of them bit by bit, there won't be anywhere to hide once the walls are flattened. See, they're still laughing at me, and sometimes they let it slip in front of me. I spelt stake instead of steak because I was still thinking of vampires. Amma go back and change it cos over here you can. I hope you're still not reading cos I'm trigger happy and the keyboard's my gun. I'm just sitting back letting my thoughts fly and fingers tap dance, no head no tail. Letters coming together to form words, words to form sentences, them for paragraphs, yet everything is disjointed. Funny, eh? Small scale logic and sense that translates to a whole lot of confusion and pain in your brain. Where did the links go wrong and who has the chains. I think I should stop this, it may be getting unhealthy. But for who I can only wonder. I hope this is not a negative externality cos this really isn't the time for a cost benefit analysis and I don't want any intervention over here. SO get the hell off my blog and instead keep safe, stay sharp, get smarter, look at the sky and don't look back. Hello, You make a better me so why not, go ahead Labels: famous words, no ligaments, poems, sharing machine, sleeping patterns |
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