The torturer, the tortured

The heavy lock unbolted,
My fellow companion gloated,
The limp figure of a young girl,
Her hair hung loose dishevelled,
The sickening sound of the body being dragged along,
Broke the silence that hung so long.


Confident, inhuman footsteps were heard,
I experienced the familiar stomach lurch,
I splashed a bucket of freezing water on her, a dreaded daily routine,
General Yamashita did not even blink,
Her peaceful sleep ended,
To her, help was not rendered,

Her first sight was the menacing eyes which paralyzed her stirring fear,
The girl’s inward screams, he did not hear,
Her eyes registered terror,
Wishing she had been born in a land fairer
Eagerly, my partner slammed her onto the cross,
And tied her using salvage force.


I reached for the offending whip,
With a sweaty palm I tightly gripped,
He trained his cold-blooded eyes on me and gave a brisk nod,
I knew it wasn’t my fault,
Let this end soon, I prayed to God,

I saw her glance away,
Desperately asking for someone to take her away,
The situation in reality was so hopeless,
Nobody could fight her fate, so tragic, so helpless,
And neither could I.


She seemed to be recalling the fond memories of the past,
And knew that she would not last,
I raised my whip,
And brought it down on her mercilessly with a wrist flick,
Silent tears rolled down her pale cheeks,
I cried silently, I shouldn’t torture for kicks,

The brave determination in her eyes,
Made me heavily sigh,
I handed the whip to my partner now insane,
His beastly slashing made me look away,
And the expression he had was gay,
General Yamashita held up his hand,
Signaling us to stop, revealing bloody bands.


From his mouth he withdrew the cigar,
Casually, he stubbed the cigar to her neck,
And twisted its end into bits,
Her face was expressionless,
The reaction was a first,
It was sheer bravery,
A determination gallery,

The general stripped her down to bra,
He turned to me,
And demanded some dirty salt in glee,
With trembling hands, I handed him a rusty tin,
Slowly, lingering, his fingers sprinkled pinches of salt on her wound,
Her much awaited screams filled the room soon,
Colour drained from her face,
As if she’s floating in a haze.


General Yamashita was satisfied at last,
He had her all he wanted,
With a dismissive wave,
He walked away,
Fainter and fainter his dreaded footsteps grew,
They dragged her body so frail,
Leaving behind a thin blood trail…

Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus

Wouldn't it be easier to develop a long term, intimate and mutually fulfilling relationship with a guy, if he was a Labrador Retriever?



Why is it so hard with human guys?



Okay. Analysing time.



Let's say a guy named, Sirius asked a girl named, Nicole out to a movie. She accepts and they both have the time of their lives.


A few nights later, he asks her out to dinner, and again they both have a pretty good time. They continue to see each other regularly and soon, neither is seeing anybody else.


Then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought crosses Nicole's mind. And she says, "Do you realise that we have been seeing each other for six months already?"


Silence fills the car. To Nicole, the silence is too loud to take. She thinking, "Gee, it must have bothered him that I said that. Maybe he feels confined by this relationship. Or maybe he thinks I'm pushing him into some kind of obligation."


Sirius is thinking, "Gosh. Six months." And Nicole is thinking, "Hey, I'm not sure if I want this relationship either. Where am I heading to? Towards marriage? Children?"


And Sirius is thinking, "Six months... That means, let see... October, last year, when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means... Let me check the odometer.. Whoa. Damn it. I'm wayyy overdue for an oil change here."


And Nicole is thinking, "He's upset. I know it. I can see it on his face. Maybe, he wants more from our relationship. Yes, that must be it."


Sirius is thinking, "What the-? I'm going to get them to look at the transmission again. I don't give a damn what those assholes are doing to say. These damn thing is just not shifting right. I paid those morons so much and this thing is moving like a garbage truck.


Nicole is thinking, "He's angry. I don't blame him for that. I'd be angry too. I'm just not giving him enough in this relationship. I'm so stupid."


And Sirius is thinking, "I know what are they going to say. They are probably going to say that it's only a three month warranty!"


Nicole is thinking, "I'm too stupid, just to stupid." Sirius is thinking, "Warranty?? I'll give them a warranty!"


"Sirius." Nicole says aloud.


"What?" says Sirius.


"I know you think I'm a fool, don't you?" Nicole says.


"No!" Sirius immediately replies, glad to know the right answer.


"Sirius, do you feel the same way about time?"


"Yes." He hesitates then answers, not knowing what she even meant.


Then, Sirius takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted soul weeping till dawn. Sirius, on the other hand, reaches home, tears open a packet of chips, turns on the television and immediately becomes deeply involved in a tennis match between two Czech players he never heard of.


The next day, Nicole will call her friend and both the girls will talk for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyse everything he said and she said. They will continue discussing about this subject for weeks not coming to a definite answer.



So, you see, this is not about different wavelengths here. It's like different planets from completely different solar systems.


Guys have a guy brain, an organ that can only solve problems. It's not comfortable with nebulous concepts like love, need and trust.


But what we women think, is that, how can a guy see a girl day after day, night after night, and not be thinking about the relationship they're having?


A guy in a relationship is like an ant standing on the top of a truck tyre. The ant is aware that something large is there, but cannot even dimly comprehend what it is all about. And if the truck starts moving and the tyre starts to roll, the ant will sense something important is happening but right up until he rolls to the bottom and is squashed, the only thought in his tiny brain will be HUH?



If Nicole continues to keep quiet about the relationship, so will Sirius because he has a guy's brain. She has to keep reminding him that there is a relationship and that he is committed to it.


If not, there it goes.


Even so, how much Nicole reminds Sirius and even if it penetrates his tiny brain some day, all he can do about it is tell his guy friends,






"Nicole and I, we have, ahhhh....... ummm.. we.. we have... this thing."

Sexuality.

Thanks to Edwin and Sha-maine and their almost-deaf-ears because that's what inspired me to blog about this.



"You know Zack's friend?"


"Huh? Sex friend?"

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"Four."


"Huh? Fuck?

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No. I'm not going to blog about sex.



It's sexuality.


The sexuality that we all have so much hype about. Pointing almost at every boy saying, "I think he's gay."


And poor boys, because when they hold hands, we immediately label them as gay not bothering even if the guy is holding his father's hands.



Heterosexuals.


~A person who gets attracted to the opposite gender.


Normal people, as I would label.


Or, a person who has yet to realise he's gay, according to somebody I shall not mention.


Heterosexuals are what most of us are. A person building images of Santa Claus in a surgical mask would be called a heterosexual too, I think. Hehe. An inside joke.



And then, we have the Homosexuals.


~By far the most common after heteros, these people enjoy seeing their own sex naked.


They find the idea of guy-on-guy or girl-on-girl rather appealing.


Weirdest people of all, if you ask me. I mean, kissing a guy rocks, but kissing a girl? Can't even bring myself to think about it. Odd people. Really really odd people.



The Bisexuals.


~The hippies and freestylers. They like both. Their sex and the opposite sex.


Makes me wonder how desperate can these people get.


"She's hot and God, her boyfriend is too."



Worst of all, we have the Pansexuals.


~Freaking sex maniacs. They like both sexes and well, EVERYthing else too. As in animals and inanimate objects too.


Tell me, how more desperate can anyone get?


"Ooooh. The dog was good. Now, time to try on the carrots."



The most nuts of them all, the Asexuals.


~They abstain from reproducing completely. Or artificial reproduction.


Normal people look at good-looking people and say, "He/she is sexy." They look at nothing say, "That's sexy."


Sickos.



Then, some guys are Metrosexuals.


~A straight man who embraces the modern lifestyle, i.e. refined tastes in clothing, excessive use of designer hygiene products, etc. Doesn't mind guys fantasizing about him but find the idea of guy-on-guy repulsive.


These people get excited when you tell them, "Hey. A guy just said that you have nice six-packs." But they find gays weird. They think it's stupid to make out with the same sex but they like it when the same sex tell them something nice.


Weird, too. But it's hard to be a metrosexual. Not many guys fuss about clothes ALOT.



Finally, the Ubersexuals.


~These Ubersexuals are the epitome of manhood with the understanding of all the sophistication and fine things in life.


Ubersexuals closer to home include,




my boyfriend.

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Sigh. Bloody lame post.

Hating responsibility but not having the choice.

Have you ever felt the weight of the world on your shoulders?


Of course you have not.


But have you ever felt the weight of a thousand things leaning on you?



I have. And I'm glad I got through it unscathed. Messy, but complete. Imperfect, but done.


For now.



P.S- I'll be standing for the next coming elections. Vote for me, people. You will be able to have camwhored pictures of yourself in your identity cards.

Alternate Reality or Supernaturals?

Okay, so after a long time of deliberation and procrastination, I'm finally here to update my blog.



I don't want to blame my absence on the tests we were having. I'm not going to say that I did not update cause I was busy studying for some common tests that I'm going to do freaking well in.


Because I was busy wasting my time for the past month. I might not have blogged frequently instead I went for shopping frequently, which is why I'm sitting here happily grinning at my laptop screen thinking about that gorgeous top I bought.


I watched tonnes of shows online. I read lots of nice books and here I am, day dreaming about some hot fictional character. I wasted my damn time. And you know why I'm telling you all this?


So that I can show off later on, when we get back all our test papers saying "Haha, I never study get so high, you study day and night also can fail. Life damn unfair hor?"


Like that would happen.



Now, back to serious business.



Dreams. To me, dreams display an ability of our subconscious that supercedes the ability of our conscious. When we dream, the information scattered around our brain are randomly gathered and the synapses along with logic neurones relate memories with one another to form alternative memories to the ones we initially had.



Here is where the idea of an alternate reality comes in. With the bend in space and time, it might be possible for us to one day discover another world akin to ours with another you and me in it. Till then, the dreams are the only things we have to get a glimpse of the possibilities and beyond.



Not dreams where you dance with some hot movie star or dreams like the ones where you get pulled down from a high rise flat by an old couple with Arthritis and you break out in cold sweat. I am talking about dreams where it all seems too logical and you wake up wondering whether it actually happened or not.



Sleepwalking. It's the same as this logical dreaming. It is again about the bend of space and time when you'll actually do something you are not aware of even though it's what your mind is telling you to do. And you don't remember what you did when you get conscious.



Just imagine one morning, waking up to find a plate on top of your toilet bowl. Or on a another occasion finding your tupperware in the fruits plastic bag in the fridge.



Two freaky things, and I'm not going to confess that it happened here, in my apartment.



"Oh my God! I think it's the you know what's. Scary la, man."


"Erm, Sherene, it's most probably someone sleepwalked."


"Cannot be la. Have you noticed that there're lots of stairwells that don't make sense here? It's really something! There's something here."



One blames it on supernaturals. Another would say it was someone's subconsciousness that lead to this. But neither can proof their stand.



And here I am, blogging about what my roommate and I can't seem to come to an answer.



So what is it? Alternate reality or the supernaturals?

Waffle Craze

It looks at you fearfully,
You look at it hungrily.


It shivers in its place,
You wriggle gleefully in your seat.


It says its last prayer,
You give your lips a last lick.


It screams in anguish,
You sigh satisfactorily.


It shrieks in acute pain,
You burp loudly.


It disappears forever,
You hope it will reappear.



You look at the remains,
Of that fateful waffle.



You remember how delicious it tasted,
But forgot how terrible it felt.

Transformers. More than meets the eye.

You sign in to blogger knowing that you haven't updated for quite long.


And your dashboard greets you with something like,



We are excited to announce that Blogger is now available in three more languages: Arabic, Hebrew, and Persian!



And that makes your day.


Finally, being able to blog in Persian. What a delight!


Right. I have gone slightly out of my mind.



Mind you, I had a 5-hour journey back home by bus with my cousin right beside me.


Smelling the aura of men sweat was not bad enough, I had to get a conversation going with the guy. Let me remind you, he's the guy who gives you a plain 'Yes' or 'No' answer for every question you ask him.


That's the guy I thought I was going to spend the 5-hours with. But no, I was wrong.


Mr-I'm-Chinese-Educated-And-A-Social-Outcast-Boy is now a Mr-My-English-Is-Good-And-I'm-Quite-Hot-Boy.


Like when a pig becomes all hardworking and smells really good.


I could go on and write a whole big essay on pengaruh rakan sebaya on my blog because this is what his new friends at Taylor's made him into.

Or I could happily post pictures of my now hot looking cousin all over my blog for publicity.


The guy transformed, I tell you. He smells like aftershave now. Really good aftershave.


I'm running out of words to express my disbelief.


Too tall, nerd looking boy. Now painfully good looking.



Has the world turned upside down already?