this week's obsession; Catatonia - Mulder and Scully
first contact with track in '98
A Doodle Blog enveloping an abandoned Rant Blog.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
keep doing it to me
it's funny how some things come looking for you to find them
this week's obsession; Catatonia - Mulder and Scully
first contact with track in '98
this week's obsession; Catatonia - Mulder and Scully
first contact with track in '98
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Death and Dream
I wanted to wait till I was worthy enough to indulge in your greatest work. Then an oppurtunity presented itself and I took it.
It was like watching a shining pool of thoughts shape and swirl, then thinking I wouldnt mind drowning in this.
I dedicate this creepy post to Neil Gaiman, Lord of The Stories from Worlds Yonder.
It was like watching a shining pool of thoughts shape and swirl, then thinking I wouldnt mind drowning in this.
I dedicate this creepy post to Neil Gaiman, Lord of The Stories from Worlds Yonder.
Sandman
Dream and Death
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Careless Chapter 4
The Archway Down
Naught made a hasty effort of trying to smooth out her shirt with one hand while she buttons an unbuttoned button above her bust with the other. All of these done as she leads Guilt, Ego, Conscience and Mother Goose with dainty little steps towards the back of the ab.
They enter a room, or rather, a large circular hall, with high ceilings. And in the centre of this hall, an archway extends out from the back of the hall. It's dark entrance only litted by a pair of blue-flamed torches on each side. The floor tiled with echoey diminished charcoal marble gives out the sound of unbearable emptiness every time your heels steeped onto it.
The five pairs of heels clunked into the hall.
Mother Goose holds herself and says, "Oh my, it's getting quite dark and cold in here."
Conscience removes a scarf that was tied around her waist and offers it to Mother Goose, "Yes. The lower we go, the colder it seems to get. And Love is being held in the lowest level of the ab."
"Thank you, child." says Mother Goose as she absent-mindedly takes the scarf. "Wha..held? Pray, what do you mean by held?"
"I'm not too sure, Mother Goose. She's not in chains or anything..." begins Conscience.
"Hey." a slightly insulted Guilt exclaims.
"You'll understand when you see her." says the impatient Ego. "Now, take a flame, woman, and as you have always expertly done, take the first step."
Naught holds a brief glare at Ego, brushes the hair away from her face, walks towards the right torch and tip-toed to remove it from it's brace. The rest of the group approach the entrance.
"Well then, does anybody need to go to the loo before we go down?" checks Mother Goose.
Without an answer, Naught takes the first step and leads them with her torch downwards.
Circular stairs are litted by the flame, clinging to the wall while the hollow middle reveals a weak light at the bottom. 'It seems like a very long way down,' thought the descending people without uttering it.
*********
At the bottom of the stairs, in a single file, they enter an arched doorway. This is what they found:
There were 5 steps left separating them from shallow floods rushing into the multiple round drainage closest to them. It was like a huge dimly lit empty showering hall. Some tiles were stained with filth and dirt, other tiles weren't so lucky. There was only one singular shower sticking out of the wall at the back of the hall, facing the entrance. And one naked figure stood with the back facing the group. An albino woman. Standing beneath, looking at the shower as pathetic patters of water rains on her face and body. Occasionally, without looking, the albino woman reaches one hand to a part of her body and removes a small patch of newly grown moldy moss-like substance and drops it onto the floor. It was like watching a person peeling of chunks of dried discoloured skin in the shower. The air was damp, it made the fame sizzle and retreat into a sad flicker. And they waited in silence until the albino woman turned and said;
" You came."
- To be continued.
Next Chapter: The One Love Hates
Naught made a hasty effort of trying to smooth out her shirt with one hand while she buttons an unbuttoned button above her bust with the other. All of these done as she leads Guilt, Ego, Conscience and Mother Goose with dainty little steps towards the back of the ab.
They enter a room, or rather, a large circular hall, with high ceilings. And in the centre of this hall, an archway extends out from the back of the hall. It's dark entrance only litted by a pair of blue-flamed torches on each side. The floor tiled with echoey diminished charcoal marble gives out the sound of unbearable emptiness every time your heels steeped onto it.
The five pairs of heels clunked into the hall.
Mother Goose holds herself and says, "Oh my, it's getting quite dark and cold in here."
Conscience removes a scarf that was tied around her waist and offers it to Mother Goose, "Yes. The lower we go, the colder it seems to get. And Love is being held in the lowest level of the ab."
"Thank you, child." says Mother Goose as she absent-mindedly takes the scarf. "Wha..held? Pray, what do you mean by held?"
"I'm not too sure, Mother Goose. She's not in chains or anything..." begins Conscience.
"Hey." a slightly insulted Guilt exclaims.
"You'll understand when you see her." says the impatient Ego. "Now, take a flame, woman, and as you have always expertly done, take the first step."
Naught holds a brief glare at Ego, brushes the hair away from her face, walks towards the right torch and tip-toed to remove it from it's brace. The rest of the group approach the entrance.
"Well then, does anybody need to go to the loo before we go down?" checks Mother Goose.
Without an answer, Naught takes the first step and leads them with her torch downwards.
Circular stairs are litted by the flame, clinging to the wall while the hollow middle reveals a weak light at the bottom. 'It seems like a very long way down,' thought the descending people without uttering it.
*********
At the bottom of the stairs, in a single file, they enter an arched doorway. This is what they found:
There were 5 steps left separating them from shallow floods rushing into the multiple round drainage closest to them. It was like a huge dimly lit empty showering hall. Some tiles were stained with filth and dirt, other tiles weren't so lucky. There was only one singular shower sticking out of the wall at the back of the hall, facing the entrance. And one naked figure stood with the back facing the group. An albino woman. Standing beneath, looking at the shower as pathetic patters of water rains on her face and body. Occasionally, without looking, the albino woman reaches one hand to a part of her body and removes a small patch of newly grown moldy moss-like substance and drops it onto the floor. It was like watching a person peeling of chunks of dried discoloured skin in the shower. The air was damp, it made the fame sizzle and retreat into a sad flicker. And they waited in silence until the albino woman turned and said;
" You came."
- To be continued.
Next Chapter: The One Love Hates
Thursday, September 3, 2009
My First Music Video
-something I was given a chance to direct in college.
Scylla Production is proud to present the reinvention of Supergrass' "Alright" music video.
Scylla Production is a student based team founded in 2008 in Tunku Abdul Rahman College. This video is a part of an assignment for the course of Advanced Diploma in Broadcasting Communication in the year of 2009.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
back from the dead
hi, i'm back from the dead with a few words in mind;
Wasted Phrases
You broke your fingers trying to tear out your broken heart
While you photosyntesized in my glow
Where does the horizontal and vertical clouds meet?
The secret lovechild of Passion and Sin
Whose fingers gripped onto the chords of my hamstring
Oh lashes to lashes, lust to lust
Take this ride on my rocket full of posies
To only be knifed by your smile
~
Climbing your way into the warmth of my embrace
Your so far up, to experience a crash from that altitude would be too easy
Like Humpty Dumpty, broken and leaking you life away on the ground
I'll make you watch as all the king's horses turned their heel
So when the time comes for me to bleed my sins into your pillow
I'll remember your tongue tasting sweet like camomile
Remember how I always enjoy making you battle my games
While your eyes perpetually grow hungry for the lights
I will pick out the colour from your eyes
And I will understand the meaning of your destruction
Wasted Phrases
You broke your fingers trying to tear out your broken heart
While you photosyntesized in my glow
Where does the horizontal and vertical clouds meet?
The secret lovechild of Passion and Sin
Whose fingers gripped onto the chords of my hamstring
Oh lashes to lashes, lust to lust
Take this ride on my rocket full of posies
To only be knifed by your smile
~
Climbing your way into the warmth of my embrace
Your so far up, to experience a crash from that altitude would be too easy
Like Humpty Dumpty, broken and leaking you life away on the ground
I'll make you watch as all the king's horses turned their heel
So when the time comes for me to bleed my sins into your pillow
I'll remember your tongue tasting sweet like camomile
Remember how I always enjoy making you battle my games
While your eyes perpetually grow hungry for the lights
I will pick out the colour from your eyes
And I will understand the meaning of your destruction
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