The Four Seasons

The Poet

He saw, a testimonial.. from someone.
He opened it, and he got dragged into a place so extraordinary..
The four seasons were within 20 feet from each other..

He stepped forward to spring..
The thought of rebirth, renewal and regrowth filled his head..
He was born,
He was new as he got up from his fantasy bed,
Everything started to heal, as before it was torn.

Then, summer.. next to it..
He felt so warm..
He was melting inside, and out.
He could barely breathe, like a sweet corn,
And when he could.. feeling that bliss, was all about.

Autumn, came next..
When he saw what was around him..
Every nerve inside him seemed to come loose..
He had this peaceful pill inside his heart..
That going through him was light beams.

Winter he experiences last..
Cool wind, was brushing all over his hair..
He thought he saw an angel somewhere..
Her perfect features and skin, so fair..
Without a desire? He couldn't bear.


After that, he looked up into the sky..

As he got pulled up there,
No one else that leaving this place,
Felt such disgrace,
His footsteps in winter was a tear,
He left that realm, without a trace..

Maybe not, but i think I'm blind,

I don't know why,
This got poured out my mind,
No anticipation? A sign of shy..
(:

Unusual Bee

We call this multi-racial :)

Letting things go easy on ourselves, that excited feeling we have in our mind couldn't resist from breaking out. As the sudden creep alarm of bees started to attack outside 4 Omega, and every other classes around, doors shut, lights out, windows closed + black curtains which can be helpful sometimes, no teachers, spontaneously we went all over singing weird tunes like "Imma bee" and so on..

"Senseless?

No.

Hopeless?

No.

Endless?

Most definitely."

Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air~~

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

And I was thinking to myself,

this could be heaven or this could be hell..

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget~

So I called up the captain,
"please bring me my wine"
He said, we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night~

They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast..

Fusion

I simply attended this wonderful musical performance. :)
Without any expectations, I was amazed by the entertainment they brought in.

Maybe so, the age of 4-18 was involved too that provided much more feeling of youth to the stage, and surprisingly, they did not bring down the wave of The Fusion Magic. And just recently I found out they were taught by UK's leading performers Dylan Turner and Marissa Dunlop.

*she was crying, i guess.. not part of the act.. :)*

For more information :

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kuala-Lumpur-Malaysia/fusion-academy-of-performing-arts/182315782501

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They stole all my pictures! :D

We Been

You know,
Things like these happen, while we escape whatever that seemed to revolve around us.. can I say, that we were tired enough not to fall over the day. Like they would put situations the way where you don't actually need that amount of soberness, instead.. make it a day, and at the end of it, you'll find yourself smiling to yourself thinking :

"Since i woke up today, I did the day with great."

Day by day, it becomes a week.. you'd say, "The week was productive, I've grown from it". And then, months, "The past month, I can hardly say more, it was so happening". By then, you go on and on, appreciating. If there is a theory in science that explains the way we go on with time and how we actually finish time, i don't know, it could never have an ending to that theory.