CLOSING.

Yes guys, Its been a year.
And I never planned to keep this blog for more than that.
What most of you don't know is, this blog was made as a resolution, mostly to overcome a particular fear i had, and believe me, still do.

But, now, that's crossed off the list, and I'm welcoming in new hopes.

Though, i haven't given up blogging, and i'm not going to delete this blog.

So to say, when one soldier goes down in the war, another comes up.

Just relink me at:

http://imagine-nationofash.blogspot.com/

So, for the last time here then.


Cheers while the glass is still half full,
ASH.

1 Year!

Happy (belated) Birthday, freaking blog which is so crapppy.

5/10/08

Fingers.

Longer than usual. Why though?

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Got back from Bukit Jelutong (Aunt's house) at only about close to 2 a.m.(?)

Not sure.

But had fun, talking to Divya, Dhanya, Renu Cheriamma and of course my mother in the kitchen. And being bitten by Aish. And kantoi-ed by Udhayan.And many more weird experiences , like emo-ing under one of the unfinished cabinets there. :p

Emo kid, I know, but I was darn comfortable, watching the world without being seen.

Now, I know how a cat feels.

Though, well, they knew I was there, and was forced to come out of my shelter after being said I looked like I had a troubled childhood LOL.


But anyway, I realised something.
Fingers.
Larger than they really are, just like family ties.




ash

It Rained. I Waited.

How does it feel, knowing your closeness is temporary. It's often sad, for hell any idiot would know I don't belong there...you don't too.

Life at school can be charming.
a cornucopia of unraveling events,
unfolding just for you.
little by little.

Yet through the stars and dream,
there's a light that shines through,
fore binding disasters waiting to take place.
little by little.

Through this trying times,
you lose your charm.
Off goes the smile, on comes the facade.
little by little.

Fake it, live it,
you know its coming back to you,
slow and steady,
little by little.

Fights with friends,
gossips like wildfire,
how to live up to your sanity, you ask.
it will all be clear,
little by little.

I'm still waiting.
wait with me,
prove to me,
little by little,
that you're my best friends,
the ones i can count on,
cry and laugh with,
live up to it with.

Little by little,
I will.

I will make it through the rain, after all.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Sometimes, sacrificing for someone who cant appreciate it can be difficult.

canteen day was...

fairly good.
boring.
predictable.
much cleaner.
110 times weirder.




all in all,
OKAY.

teamwork without passion might as well be solo-work.

Bleak attemp. Forgive.

Days.

It appears to be a never-ending, oh-so-irksome rerun of the same, sad, sickening tale that we all know.

Screaming players and torn out lungs, let them breathe their last.

Whilst, rejoice, thumping heart and woeful cries, allow them to inhale their first. Yet, mid-cycle cries foul, where has this attention landed?

Where appendage of whimsical sounds and tears are all left unheard, disposition of humans abruptly shift, that like the infirmity of a non-despotic leader, very much caprice and fickle.

Dominating.

It appears to be comical, Life.

They seem so close, yet, when reaching, disperse in thin air.

Only the evanescent rays of doom and despair seem to haunt in their leave.

Withstanding onlookers stare, as if visited by sudden catatonia. Mental stupor never seemed so easy.

Deranged.

Defiant deflating despair, derange-able dominatrix deemed diffusely damned.
Damnations. Days, take care.

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If she was yours, would you hold on?
would you see, through that torn shield,
the weakness she hid, the one you yield?

Would you, if she were yours,
hold her, even death to be defied,
and even for love, abide?

If I were yours,
would you just HOLD me,
and BE mine?


ash, wanting that YOU.