Otomo

Breathe this in.

Can you imagine taking a long walk in woods like these, alone with your thoughts, just enjoying all serenity nature can offer?

You Westerners are blessed with such an awesome season, you get to see various colours painted on treetops and on the ground you walk on.

I'd imagine folk stories coming alive, Enid Blytons jump out of pages and solidifies in the woods, whispering and hiding themselves the way they do,

Then I'd listen to the hushed wind, gently sweeping about, playing with the colourful paint splattered on the ground.

They would sweep their fingers across the radiant looking colours and mark their art on the ever willing soil.

The soil, their canvas, lays patiently,

They enjoy the bright clothings they wear on autumn, to cover their dark bodies.

Nature has the best fashion sense.

I'd love to wake up in the early morning to peer out of my window and see this.

Crimson red leaves, blushing under the heat of the Sun,

The deep oranges and yellow ochure aping stain glass effect, manipulating the Sun's rays.

I'd love to taste the sweet smell of the air and be kissed by the hues of autumn.

But today, I'll wait.

One day, I'll tread upon these colourful walkways, and dance with natural dyes around me,

I shall sweep my skirt with the wind,

And by the rhythm of the branches and gentle mumbles of the leaves,

I shall be stolen away.

A feather dipped in ink.

Oh yes, he wrote. No, we can't deny. Tis evident and true. Yet, I'd wait again to assail my heart and mind with his literary ways which pleases my thirsty soul on another day.

I'm itching to write and the desire to scratch is so unnerving.

I'll be back. After MUET.

A Sonnet for MSG: Monosodium Glutamate

I am a packet of cancer,

Known as a flavour enhancer,

First, choose your coffin colour,

Then consume me and suffer,

For I am a life devourer,

In bottles, cubes and powder.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh." - Pixie Lott -

It's a Cardiac Complication.

The heart is an important organ. Not the most (there's no such thing) but it is a significant one.

Many people use the heart shape to represent the heart. You know the traditional jazz, pink or red hearts, glittery for extra effects used for Valentine's Day, broken ones for break ups. Common, typical things - so pasar malam!

Oh ya, mind you, it's heart shape, not LOVE shape. Love has no shape. Next time I hear you say Love shape, I'm going to slap you. So annoying.

Well, anyway, back to the point.

The heart, can be divided into two parts. The physical and emotional aspects.

On a physical angle, you got to take care of your heart. What you eat and the amount of exercise you do determines the LDL and HDL in your heart. You want HDL not LDL. Fatty foods such as Mac Donald's nuts, pork, chocolate... SNORE!

Let's get to the funky part. Emotional. (Cue: violins)

God said our hearts are the well springs of life!

Which I say is very true. You heart has this sort of extended roots that gets to your whole body. Let's say you're mad. REAL ANGRY. Your heart, or whatever chaos that's going on in there, turns your cheeks hot, fingers cold and shivering, suddenly you lose control, all you want to do is scream.

THAT'S JUST SO COOL. Your vocal cords, arms, feet, mind all get controlled by the heart.

The sames goes for the sappy emotions. Self pity for instance, takes control of the tear ducts and makes them into well springs of sea water.

Fancy a sea in a well, (it's just an analogy).

Infatuation too. Gosh, that one makes you want to wrap your arms around and....

WARNING: VIEWER'S DISCRETION ADVISED

MY DEAR FORM 6...... WE ROCK!

Affair; 365 days

Oh! Calamity graces her head,

As she mourns so pitifully over the grave,

Oh! Look what innocence had made,

One can't do anything to save,

This maiden sweet, she lies,

On the muddy soil strewn with flowers,

So choked with emotional ties,

And yet above her Death towers.

"Leave not your passionate, graceful shadow,

To linger and moment longer,

To me not anything else you owe,

Go now, walk away, be stronger."

He bade farewell with a deep kiss,

Then sunk in six feet under,

"Sweet lover, my dear, I'll surely miss."

With that, she walked away a year younger.

dedicated to those Lincoln Rhymes series I dreadfully miss.

An Ode to a Loved One.

inspired by John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale.

Day brings memories of you,

Night brings dreams,

I deny what is true,

So relentlessly, it seems,

That every hour of the day,

Shatters my heart when you're away,

As much as I want to reveal,

I hide again, my lips I seal,

But I cannot stand it no more,

I yearn for you from twilight to twilight,

My cry comes from my heart's core,

Oh, chocolate! Life without you isn't right.

I have but 6 moths to study. Minus the seventh, it'll be crammed with exams.

Am I scared? Oh no, I'm as cool as pie baking in the oven.

YES, I AM!

No, it doesn't help with the piles of UNNECESSARY research papers. So, leader of the nightmares of students across the nation, you are one PATHETIC guy!