suffocating on air

when you're suffocating on air
every breath you take, leaves you
every more breathless and in need

your heart ache's for fear its
gonna stop beating as your mind
plays motions through and through

incoherent and intoxicated on
what you think are words and ideas are
merely what you perceive to be

sublime or asinine is up to you
to judge but don't mistake it for
the fact that I will care

promises

Promises, have a time limit. The problem is, we are never told about this time limit or for how long a promise will hold. If you're lucky, it lasts a lifetime. If you're not, then you feel like you've been had.

Most of us expect a promise to never be broken. I now know (heck, it only took all these years of having it thrown in my face!) that it's only a matter of time. It's only a matter of time before a promise is broken.


Time is the devil's advocate and the root of endless enigmas :

Time never stands still when you want it to.
Time excellerates when you're having fun.
Time prolongs when you're in pain.
Time always shows the true nature of things.

Christmas

You know... we say that when the festive season comes around, it's a reason to celebrate. And we also know that, most festivities have quieten down considerable over the past few years, be it Chinese New Year or Hari Raya. Not forgetting Deepavali in terms of celebrations but just the accentuated ones.

I'm just feeling a little melancholy for the fact that the very same seems to be happening for Christmas. Everyone usually gets really excited about Christmas because it's always so JOLLY and FUN even in a country with no roots to the actual event and it also marks the last week of the year.

Is there less to celebrate? Or do we just not have a reason to swim in the happiness that once was Christmas cheer? It's almost like Christmas spirit is fading... :( ALMOST.

Christmas, in Malaysia, has always been something that everyone regardless of race, age or creed could celebrate. Irrelevant of culture we'd exchange gifts and share in the parties that would mark the beginning of the countdown to the end of the year.

It's getting quiet... where not even a mouse, stirs.