Those Eyes of Blue Skies

Those Eyes of Blue Skies  


Light refracted in those clear blue eyes, seemingly to capture the exact hue of patchy cerulean sky above our heads. Those pair of lash-framed pools smiled, fleeting hints of secret knowledge danced in its depths. They seem to be focused on something in the distance and then back at my own deep brown irises, smiling right into the core of me. Transmuted into an old and familiar ache that begins to thump...thump...thump, somewhere much lower than where my heart should be, and simultaneously in my throat as well.


I held his gaze a moment more than I dared. Mentally chastising myself, I tear my sight away to find sudden interest in the floor. Side by side, two pairs of footsteps walking down a busy street, indistinguishable from the cadence of city-dwellers going about their lives, only separated by my own  mental bubble of 'Us'.


A fleeting taste of disgust creeps inside my throat.

'Weak.'

The thought came unbidden. A statement. It just felt like I shouldn't be so weak from a simple look! Do I not have any sense left in my head? Has all my past experiences not thought me anything?

He stops by the cold grey marble tables at the cafe, just as the light of day faded. With a twinkle in his now darker blue eyes, he announced that he will get us both Chai Lattes. I smiled, nodded and I kept my shroud of mystery as tightly as I could, betraying nothing in my expression.

The quicksands of time had robbed us of 2 years and it was the last day that I could still see him face to face. I stared at his back, scanned his leather jacket, willing a hole to sear through it as he waited in line. Perhaps if my wishes began to come true, I could wish us together...

I held the brown corrugated cup in my hands; Steam wafted in the air; a busker sat across the street strumming his guitar and a breeze blew twirling leaves onto the ground.

We were talking and I wanted to hold him like that in my head forever. Spirited, smiling...warm...

"Hey?" he asked.

His voice broke through my reverie.

"Hmm? Oh sorry, you were saying?"

I smiled gently to reassure him. He probably knew what was going on in my head, but tried to cheer me up anyway.

He was always trying to get me to see the brighter side of things... and I even saw it sometimes... but only through his eyes.

I absentmindedly tugged on my left earlobe again. A tell-tale habit of mine when I felt insecure. I took a deep sip, felt my heart climb up my throat again and said :

"I'm going to miss you."

yet the unsaid words hung in my mind.

{[ I still love you ]}

We locked eyes for a moment, the briefest moment; but to my bared soul, it was a silent eternity, sinking into the depths of those eyes...

************

My lids swept open and my pupils dilated in shadow-streaked darkness. (Inhale.)

A dream of a memory, one year past.

It had seemed so real, but leaked away as soon as I tried desperately to grasp it. Like slipping quicksand through fingers, only the sensation is left when you close your palms.

364 days and a quarter make up one year, but a year means very little when you've left your heart to drown in someone else's eyes. I regain an empty calm, staring out the barred windows into the abandoned night.

Awaiting the dawn to paint the skies, the color of his eyes.

What Would You Do If Your Mother Died?

6:18am

what would you do if your mom passed away now. choi choi touch wood

1. cry
2. get a post mortem
3. call all family members to notify
4. remind myself to be strong
5. call lawyer about her will and if funeral arrangements have been specified.
6. pick the church and discuss burial or cremation
7. I'd smoke a lot of weed and be really numb for a long while
8. find a therapist, keep reporting and communicating to distract myself
9. video record myself with my last words to mother to help get closure, put that CD together with her urn or casket
10. Put on strong face for everyone, and make her funeral about the appreciation of her life's influence, make it a 'proud and distinguished' ending to a great woman's life

Its better to have a ritual ready so u can just do it and get things done while ur mind goes blank at that time, you wont be able to think at all.

The Dream of 8 Powers

For the night of 10th Jan and 12th Jan 2010. I had the most amazing dreams.

The dream on the night of 10th Jan was a dream of 8 powers.
I was in a warehouse where they kept powerful relics that endowed its wearer with superpowers. I was looking at the items when someone invisible attacked me from all sides. A zipping noise suggested that I couldn't see him because he was moving too fast.

My eyes darted around the room when it fell upon an item that looked very much like a shiny white headphone.It was called Sonido. This headgear will make you move faster than the speed of sound.

As soon as I put them on, I could see the guy who was attacking me with his knife. He tried to take a swipe at me, but I was moving faster than him now. I blocked his attack and grabbed onto another item. A purple kimono robe with gold scripts running down the lapels.

Putting it on gave me the powers of invincibility, strength and walking through walls.

I must have taken a few other items because I escaped from the slasher easily, knowing that I now possessed 8 different powers. Powers that I wanted to exploit! nyehehehe

I stepped into the entrance of the classiest chinese restaurant that you have ever seen, but the waiter wouldn't allow me to enter. I just looked at him and said:

"Number 5~" (echoes)

It was mind control, and he let me walk in immediately. I began taking food off other people's table , but everyone was under my influence, no one noticed me stealing their food. I was feeling so excited by the rush of power.

Just behind the restaurant, there was a rave party in session. For some reason, I was very annoyed as I couldn't get in, my powers were somehow drowned as I walked closer to that place. Someone there must have had a nullifying ability. I was so pissed that I stood back and concentrated with all my might.

"EIGHT!"

The earth trembled as I clenched my fists as hard as I could. People stopped dancing and began screaming. My heart filled with the glee of vengeance and fear that my powers were corrupting me.

I woke up as the world began to crumble.

Battle with Demon

As the dream consumes me, My mind opens. When I go under, reality is suspended.

I stood in front of the white wall station of the Zoo. The colours were washed out, like someone had bleached my vision.

My family walked with me to the gates of the guard house. They went through, as the guard with the beady eyes looked at me, frowning, staring, he shut the gates on me as I tried to step through. The gates slammed into my face and I was caught on the border.

That was when I knew something was wrong with the Zoo.
*Flash*

I was walking into the room where all visitors had to stay a night before they could enter the Zoo. It had a window that looked out into the compound. The Savannah winds blew dust against the windows. There was no signs of life at all for a zoo.
*Flash*

My mom ran in the next morning, panicking that she'd forgotten something. Whatever it was, I looked up at the ceiling, and there was a hole in the roof. I simply told her, I could get it. I just knew it at that moment, I could fly to wherever I wanted.

I rose out of the building like it was completely natural. Rushing through the city with no horizon. I could not see a single inch of sky. I needed to see the sky. I wasn't flying high enough. Everytime I tried to go higher, there was another glass building in my vision. I realised that my imagination wasn't strong enough. I couldn't imagine blue skies and a horizon!

With that, the buildings gave way. and all I saw was a skyline of blue. The dark buzzing blue of a blank computer screen. The glass of the buildings showed me flying full speed, but in slow motion. I was swathed in billowing white cloth and the reflection was an absolutely beautiful lady.

*Flash*

I was back in the room, with the object retrieved, but nobody was there. There was something wrong here. I looked at the neatly manicured sheets and the laundered towels.; the neat pillows and the fake air of welcome. It was a trap for everyone who came to the Zoo. That's why everyone had to stay overnight. No one was supposed to actually get into the Zoo.

I looked behind me at the doorway. I hear someone call me out. I walked out and then at the doorway is a doll. A doll wearing something frilly and old. Then its head expands and contracts and opens its fangs. mouth. Teeth. Fangs. It screams at me! The eyes black holes of shadows, swirling spinning. It wants to eat me.

I stepped back in fear. and the fear expanded in my throat. It was a real demon! This was a dream. My dream, and what I think is real , becomes real. I knew I was talking directly to the demon through the dream, and the demon was angry.

I couldn't let this demon win. I had enough of it. I looked it straight in the eyes. It screamed at me. I shouted "That is enough! No more!" hands shot out of the ground to hold it in place. Fangs with spit shot at me, but it shrank a little. "You are but a demon! You have no power over me, no right to torture me. I am not afraid!"

*flash*

By the Power of Four

I was a senior at the Grand High University of Asian Magic. Like Hogwarts but based in China. Which looked kind of like this..
I was part of a team of four that regulated the grounds against the magical creatures or spells that go wrong. Each of us had elaborate chinese costumes, as if we were Chinese Opera Singers.

It was at night, The headmaster greeted me and my partner who were on night duty, a good night before he went to bed. He looked just like this
Me and my partner walked off into the courtyard, scanning the night for danger. My precognitive ability sensed that there would be something wrong tonight. Sure enough, the shadows convulsed and gathered into a shadowman.
I immediately raised my hands and exerted force out of my fingers and into the ground where he stood, forcing heavy gravity on its body, smashing him to the floor. My partner zapped ahead with sword in hand, slicing the shadowman with lightning speed. The Shadow melted and dissipated.

An ominous laughter sounded from the top of our building, and the scene swung to a bird's eye view. the shadowman pulled a doppelganger on us, tricking us into thinking his clone was real. He melted and entered the building. I think I was wearing some kind of boots or heels, so I couldn't really run, but I could levitate. Quickly, I glided up into the school window in chase.

The interior of the building seemed modern and bright. As if it were RMIT's buildings. The light seemingly from nowhere. Students poured out of their classes gawking at me, recognising me as one of the four guardians. I glided down a little, so as not to scare them with my levitation. The Shadowman was slithering down the corridor. With one hand raised, I exerted force outwards shoving the students aside and smashing the shadow against the wall. He simply melted like liquorice and slipped away.

I went down the corridor and found myself meeting up with the headmaster and three other guardians. It was the Hall of Entrance to Guan Yin Garden.
Headmaster said : "This is very bad, I suspect he is after Guan Yin's bracelet." The old man brushed his white beard aside, and took of his robe to reveal a wrestlers body underneath. His muscles were rippling!
I said :"Headmaster! I had no idea! How much Chi have you absorbed?" The Headmaster didn't even speak this time. Telepathically he explained that he'd been doing a thousand year's of martial arts (qian nian gong). He ran through the door and out into Guan Yin's Garden.
By then, the shadowman must have taken the Bracelet because the headmaster was knocked back by a flying tiger made of light.

"Get Out! NOW!" the Headmaster shouted. All of us guardians flew off and up. Suddenly we were standing outside watching the third floor through its glass windows. Feeling an urgency to do something, I realised I was the Master Chanter. I could try something.

"All that's been and all that's seen,
Has never happened and this I mean"

A feeble beam of light came out from my palms but nothing happened. Time magic was unable to alter this. Flashes of light emitted from the third floor.
I tried again with another rhyme and still failed.

Finally in desperation,I tried something never done before. I held all four of my guardian's hands and created a rhyme.

"By the power of four, I close the door,
Suppress the killer, there shall be NO MORE!"

Absorbing all the energies of the guardians, a huge ring of light imploded into the room, then exploded out; shattering all the glass and throwing us all off our feet in a supernova blaze.

I woke up.

Fallen Asleep

I would describe my current blog to have fallen asleep. However, falling asleep does not mean that it comes to an end, but simply fallen into the world of dreams. I've just decided that I don't like too many people accessing my life without me knowing. If you want to know what's going on in my life, COMMUNICATE with me, not spy on me.


The dream:

I remember Winson was with me in this strangely empty house, there was no furniture nor decorations, only the green marble floor. Outside the sunlight was blazing, making the air shimmer. A holographic screen hung in mid-air, with what seems to be a combination of Facebook and Friendster website open.
I looked at the profiles of my friends and immediately clicked on the Shortie- A long time nemesis. Everyone's Frenemy. I tried to delete it,moving his profile box away, but it bounced back and flashed red. I ran out of the house and saw a herd of HUGE pigs running on the street. they were chasing me!

I tiptoed and jumped acrobatically onto a small hedge ,barely avoiding a snorting , charging pig.
And I awoke with eyes wide open.


Dream Divination = I might be sensing trouble for Winson caused by the short one. As for me, I'm sure the pigs represent my weight gain, trying to haunt me and turn my butt into cellulite.

Seafood Dreams

Seafood DREAMS!

i dreamed that I was a cute little anime prawn inside a bowl of Har mee (Prawn noodles). There was seafood soup and happy yellow noodles all around me. We lived in harmony.

BUT! suddenly from beneath the swirling seaweed, I sensed dark danger. Eyes shone in the dark soupy depths.The LALA clams are here!

I felt a sinking danger, I was being drowned by the evil shellfish! they bubbled in glee as i sunk from the surface with my cute anime eyes tearing up.

My last thoughts were "NOOOoooOO! How can this still be called Prawn Noodles without me, the star of the dish."

I felt sad for the destruction of such a dish and died a soupy death. i awoke.


Prayer = Spell
As most of you know, I see things in the unconventional paradigm. So I hope you will keep an open mind about what I write here and don't judge me.

I shall place and disclaimer here that I hold no responsibility in any offense you may take from my post or any negative result you wish to blame on me.

You are forewarned that there shall be controversial content ahead and you may choose to leave now if you do not accept this.

now let me proceed~

I have read quite a few books on self help, taken bible studies for five years in high school (not to mention a lifetime of christian influence) and dabbled in the study of witchcraft.

I've come to realise the similarity of a prayer and a spell.

All these things are simply Verbal Reinforcements for our brains.

whether they happen to be chants, prayers, spells or self-hypnotism. it's all simply a way of telling yourself that "this is what you want"

Think about it, in prayers you talk to someone to help you realize your dream. In chants, you repeat words of wisdom or power, In spells, you word your will in a format to make yourself believe in its power.

It,s the belief in our own words that give it power.

So whether you are the Pope praying or A Dark Wizard casting a spell. it's all the same.