Over The Rainbow

To that person out there, I’m flying over the rainbow…

Thank you.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Some day I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?
Some day I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?

Pretty rainbow

So Sick

Yup! I sometimes feel so sick of it…

And I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Paradise Lost

It rained in paradise

It’s sunny outside and I am somewhat happy. However, there is this nagging feeling in my heart telling me it is actually raining inside.

Someone told me on YM last night that I now look happy again, much like how I did back in September and early October of 2007, although not as berseri as my eyes did back then. However, only I know how heavy it is raining inside of me.

I am beginning to sigh a lot, as much as I used to late 2007, I am getting more and more insomniac, and I have rediscovered the joys of eating at ungodly hours – just to kill boredom and melancholia.

I was extremely down late 2007, and friends helped me get on my feet again. I even learnt to open up again, and allow myself to those beautiful feelings. But somehow, knowing that someone who is responsible for helping me be happy will be leaving me. Although it won’t be that soon, but I feel like I’m on the death row waiting for clemency that will never happen, not knowing when I will have to face the hangman; only worse than that because I have to face the hangman again and again and again.

It feels as if someone is crushing my heart in his fist; it feels like thousands of razor blades have just gone through my heart; it feels like a giant meteor is about to hit earth and it is a question of when, not if; and the worst part is when the meteor has hit the earth, shattering it into millions of pieces, I would still be there at the same spot, alive, and have to ponder upon what has been lost, and to look around me seeing things in a different manner because they will never look the same again: something or someone would be missing.

And to miss is what I am afraid of…because it will never stop raining then…

Raining
…again…

Raining
…and again…

Raining
…and again…

I Fell To Temptation

It was a day when roses cost triple the normal price. But everyone who was courting was out having RM500-dinner somewhere, giving flowers. I even saw one guy on a kapcai with his girl pillion-riding at night; she was holding a bouquet of red roses, while her other hand was hanging on to dear life while he sped through the roads of KL trying to get to his place for a real quickie so her father won’t notice the lapse in her journey time from the supermarket she worked in, back home.

Me, I just bought her this:

Beary Valentine gift by Fretty Frincess

Innocence Lost

Innocence by Fretty Frincess

I remember looking at this painting done by Fretty Frincess that was displayed at my friend’s restaurant. It was 12 weeks and 1 day today. It was one day before I left for Sipadan.

Somehow I can connect to this painting. Fretty Frincess named this painting “Innocence.” To me, it is a part of me that has disappeared somehow. Along with the disappearance of innocence were the disappearances of hope, dreams, and the meaning of life itself. Those are accompanied by pain, pain, and more pain.

There was a time when I could not walk if I did not look at the grounds on where I was treading. Driving was like me being a horse wearing its fly mask – always avoiding the sights of certain places that would cause my heart to crumple like an empty can of Bud in a wrestler’s grip.

Then, on Chirstmas Eve of 2007, all that changed. Suddenly, I felt alive again. Suddenly, there was hope again. Suddenly, innocence made its presence again. As it goes in Avril Lavigne’s song of the same title:

This innocence is brilliance – I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect – Please don’t go away
I need you now
And I’ll hold on to it
Don’t you let it pass you by

I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it’s so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I’m so happy here
It’s so strong and now I let myself be sincere

The only question that played on my mind was – “How long will this last, then?”

And with each passing day, I know the shining sun will have to set eventually.

And true enough, soon, I will be left alone here – again, to be by myself.

To face those familiar sights that would soon be empty.

To only be able to recall the laughter, the warmth, the huggies and the kissies.

To only reminisce on the good times that have come and gone.

To once again wallow in pain,

pain,

and more pain…

As The Wind Blew Strongly Outside

“You have not been sleeping properly, have you?” she asked me, her face trying to look stern, I almost laughed. I didn’t say anything. “And you had Maggi at 4.30 in the morning?”

“Yup, I did,” I admitted my guilt. There was no point for me to deny that one. The empty bowl she found by the kitchen sink this morning was evident of my bad habit of eating late at night.

“We must do something about this late night meals of yours,” she began. “I don’t want to see you grow bigger!”

I looked at her innocently and asked, “But what if it gets bigger down there?”

“Ah, like that okay la,” she replied with a smile, then spanked me hard. “But that is wishful thinking, isn’t it?”

No reply.

It’s 1.05am

My friends died on the Death Star
Damn! My friends died on that Death Star!

The night is as dark, as it is as empty and as soul-less
it echoes an eerie silence of loneliness
the chill of the night seizes every inch and every part
this pain, like a thousand needles poking at my heart

A dozen miles of God’s earth separate us
as our hearts yearn for togetherness
I scream out loud but there is only silence
my voice muted in an emotional violence

Your touch that soothes me, I will never get
your kiss that warms me, I can never forget
your caring hands, filled with lovingly feel
your undying love, for which I would gladly kill

Though I see you daily from my visions of the past
my soul aches to know how long will this life last

1.21am – 11th February 2008
5th day of the Lunar New Year

When It Gets Hard In Between The Legs

We were lying down on the carpet after clearing up the condo. So much rubbish after last night’s party. The air-conditioner was blowing strong, and the fan was spinning at number 3.

“We have to be at the church before 6,” she said suddenly.

“That’s okay. We can leave in half an hour’s time,” I replied. “Can I get in between your legs?”

“Whatever for?” she asked.

“I just want to feel comfortable and nice,” I replied, taking my position on top of her and my legs in between hers.

Suddenly she lurched upwards, “Ouch! What’s that hard thing poking in between my thighs?”

I looked down and put my hand down there.

“Oh, it’s that damned wallet again, Honey.”

Kimi Wa Yatto Jiyuu Ni Natta – Perhaps Not

Furikaeranai hito wo miteru Boku ni dekiru koto wa mou nai
Hyakunen kakete mitemo kesenai Tsugunai kirenai kizu wo ataeta you de

Those fingers would rub my shoulders and back whenever I lie on my tummy; the smile would be the first thing that would greet me whenever you wake up. Your smile would always soothe my heart and prepare me to face another day. “Hi, Sayang!” would always be your first words to me, no matter how bad the day may be for us both: but never a day has been bad whenever you were with me.

Kimi ya boku no nakama tachi ni wa Wake wa kikanaide to negau yo
Kitto kimi wa boku no koto
Seiippai Seiippai Kabatteshimau kara

You would always make sure that I have my meals proper, that I would drink enough water throughout the day, that I would sleep enough, that I would never frown nor sigh. You would kiss me spontaneously no matter where we were. Never once would we walk without holding each other, even the slightest touch would generate enough warmth in our heart to last us both a lifetime. And anytime we stood and not move, I would hold you close to me as though I would want you as a part of me: body and soul.

“Sore ja ne” to boku kara kiridasu
“Sore ja ne” to tsubuyaku
Kimi wa machigaezuni aruita Boku kara hanareta

I did not have to do anything much. You would play the role of my complement, my symbiotic partner: you would never ask for anything, as though all that I have given you are more than just pure contentment for your heart. And I have never felt that warmth in me, so much life, so much love, so much joy, so much happiness: whenever and wherever I was with you.

Kimi wa yatto jiyuu ni natta Kimi wa mou kanashimu koto mo nai
Keredo tadoritsuita yakusoku wa Furidashi yori warui basho datta ne

Tonight, many miles away, you lie in a familiar world that is so alien to you; as I lie in mine. Tears roll down your cheeks as they do mine. Your body longs for my arms as my arms long for your body. Our hearts would speak as they always do: only this time of the sadness and utter desolation they both feel. How we could still feel for each other no matter the distance, no matter the time we have been apart; I know your tears still roll at night as they would whenever I drive past certain memory-rousing places. I feel, as do you, total emptiness and the great yearning for each other’s love.

Hitotsume no yoru wo koeretara Futatsume no yoru wo koete miyou
Sabishisa no binetsu ga tsudzuitemo
Omowazuni Omowazuni Mata kurikaesu kara

I remember the last time we woke up together: the Sunday morning’s sun burning bright. I shielded you from the sun and allowed you to continue sleeping for a little while longer; never would I budge for as long as you would feel comfortable in the little shade I could provide. In the end the heat was already unbearable, and at 9.21am, we hugged each other and kissed without saying a single thing.

Eight hours later, we hugged, and traded our final kisses, asked for each other’s forgiveness, and bade farewell for the last time: as lovers. My life was never the same ever again; that part of me just died and fade away.

I still dream of the way you would kiss me, hug me, care for me, tease me, smile at me, call me “Sayang” – the way you love me. The dream that may never come true.

“Sore ja ne” to boku kara kiridasu (“Well then,” I began to speak)
“Sore ja ne” to tsubuyaku (“Well then,” you murmured)
Kimi wa machigaezuni aruita (Without making a mistake you walked away)
Boku kara hanareta (Separated from me)