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But it's good to be back. I hope to be posting in something new here. A lot of my work I havent got the time to sort them out and post them in...

I guess I really miss it here... I miss those times where we exchange all sorts of silly exploitable comments... Sigh... those were the good times. I really wonder what stopped... I shouldn't have stopped... ah well, life is complicated... don't even start explaining.

All that matters now, is I still got Jasmika. This is an excuse for me to take a break from reality. Im facing so much drama right now... 1) a group of "female dogs from china" are giving me a hard time in school, 2) a guy that I like doesnt even bother to reply me anymore...(attempt to get closer... *failed* I suck in this stupid love thing He doesn't look interested. Im just lying to myself ha...D:

So that's about it... I dont want to go into details.. anyway this post today is just to Hollar to you all... I miss you guys...

]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/17096940/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/17096940/ Wed, 27 Feb 2008 22:48:29 PST
The first time I tasted the spice, it was from my father’s cooking. My daddy is not afraid of fats. He embraces the pureness of real food. Butter and fries and all the goodness that you can find only in Hell. His cooking are the utmost delicious in the most devilish ways. He’s not the ‘kurang manis’ sort of people. I really look up to him.

ANYWAY… it was from my daddy’s cooking that led me to this fetishness. He sprinkled black peppers on his lambs. And I thought I love lambs because of how it has this spicy taste to it. Until as I grew older and wiser, I found it, it wasn’t the lamb at all. It had always been the peppers!!!

I usually watch cartoons how the evil monsters usually sprinkle so much sugar on their preys. Remember the cartoon, Tom and Jerry? Yeah, Tom usually sprinkle so much sugar on Jerry before he it’s it. But as soon as I tasted White pepper, I got addicted. And that was when it clicked! Tom wasn’t sprinkling sugar, he was sprinkling Pepper!!! No wonder it didn’t make sense! XDD I was like, why the hell are these Americans obsess with Sugars?! HAHAHAH now I know… it wasn’t sugar at all. It has always been the peppers.

I’m a pepper obsess. My family doesn’t know. I try not to be so obvious in front of my mum whenever I borrow her white peppers lol. The first few people who’d found out about my fetishness were my colleagues from Mall. They thought I was insane. Cuz usually they only use peppers in their Soto noodles lol.

But my fav has always been the black peppers with its royal sauce. ^^

]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/16920435/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/16920435/ Sat, 16 Feb 2008 20:48:35 PST
I started working in July 2007 at F.O.S (Factory Outlet Store), until the first of January 2008. F.O.S was my first real job. Everything before that were just voluntary. Then in August up till September I had two jobs. I juggled two part time jobs. I planned to stay that way until I get into a school. Unfortunately, I had to quit one of it to concentrate on my exam. So I quit the tuition school instead. Yeah, I was working in Flying Colours Tuition School.

While still in F.O.S I applied for jobs in both Baiduri Bank and Royal Brunei Airlines. I was called up for a written test in Baiduri. I was confident that they would call me up for an interview next. Cuz the tests were very easy. And sure enough they called me for an interview. But this time, it was really bad. It was So bad that I think I was reallllly lame in there. It was horrible.

Before the interview they gave me a form to fill in and I saw, we need like a written test and THREE interviews!!! So I was like.. omg… my first interview is already like shit. They’re not going to call me for a second one now. TT_TT *cry*

A month and few days later, Baiduri called me up. And not only was I shocked that they had considered calling me up again for a second interview.. I was trilled they don’t need to interview me the second time!!! They were very much impressed by my enthusiasm and my eagerness to join with their team. I was employed on the spot!

Then after a few weeks in Baiduri Bank.. I started thinking about RBA. How I had wished I were there instead of Baiduri. I mean Baiduri is a really great place. But my real passion was in RBA. I love flying… I love adventures… I love the aircrafts… I wished I were a pilot. But those dreams were just… dreams.

I forgot to mention… while I was still in F.O.S, RBA called me up for an interview as well. And it was worse than Baiduri’s. I remember I applied for stewardess –or anything. So I was being called up a few months later. I came unprepared. I didn’t know what I was going to be interviewed for. I was so sure it would be as a stewardess. But instead, I was wrong of course. It was a clerical interview. I went in so very unprepared. I was being interviewed for a position in corporate communication. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT SO EVER ON THAT! They asked my opinion on the position. I just spoke my mind out. I had already given up hope. But I just tried my best anyway.

A few weeks later in Baiduri… I was thinking about RBA. Not that I don’t like my job as a Banker. But I really love flying. I didn’t care about the money. I just… I guess I don’t really like sitting around morning to evening in the same room as everybody doing PAPER WORKS! (then again RBA gave me paper work as well anyways)

And yes, I was called by RBA to confirm my interest with them. I was so trilled. And yes, I start commencing with them next month. I don’t care what people say about RBA. Greedy people would hate RBA. But I just like it there for what they do. It’s a place for aircrafts, and that is what only matters.

I miss Baiduri.. despite the fact that I’d only been there for quite a while… I had already known a few faces. And became friends with most, even the regular cleaners, and customers… I like them all. They are such nice people.

I have been through quite a lot. I also miss all the people I’ve become acquainted with in Mall.. people from the first floor to the third… and as well as my fav customers. I don’t like them, not necessary do they have to buy things from me, or that I hav to serve them every time they come to my counter in the Bank. No, I like them because they’re such nice people. I got a star from a customer in Bank during my few days of working there. It was an encouragement. I was so deeply touched when she hand me the approval card. I was so shocked that she actually knew my name. I was so happy.

But really, I don’t want to work. I just want to go back to school. I’m reapplying for UBD and this time, applying for ITB as well. I’m also resitting my June. I will not give up trying until I get it.

]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/16246399/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/16246399/ Thu, 03 Jan 2008 20:19:40 PST
last night i went shopping at the Mall by myself. It's been a while since i did that. Felt good to throw my stress there. I poured my litre of tears on my old f.o.s and Vstana colleagues. They were quite happy to see me. I miss them. Sumhow.. Im still nervous abt my job. Im so scared... So very paranoid, n freaked.. D: today's my first day 'touch on' meaning on the computer. I have yet to serve someone soon. Im so scared. My boss kept teasing me the 'challenging one' sheeeeeeshh enough of that already!!! Dat woman is SO Hazel! OH MY GOD..SHE'S A HAZEL TWIN!!! Believe me! They r identical!!!! They even sound the same! From their built to their characters n even their voice!!!!!!! Eeeeee!!! And trust me, working along side someone like Hazel, is a hell bound situation! Fussy, motherly and so and so.. See how Hazel is.. THAT'S how my boss is! However the one incharge of me... Is a man. Talk abt him sum other time.

today's my third day.. It's better. I didnt fall asleep tis time lol wth... Ok i g2g back work now. I miss y'all. Me must go out Sat afternoon or sunday! Main badminton n gadong!!! MUST!

ok happy nu year everybaday...

]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/12424898/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/12424898/ Mon, 02 Apr 2007 01:33:06 PDT hehe~

Thank you everybody for remembering me hehe~ When I reread all the messages, no matter how short or long they are, I still feel very much touched that they would spare just a few second to leave me a wish. The most touching part is where my old friends (whom I haven’t been in contact for a LONG time..) –would leave me a message as well. It’s touching how they still remember me. –cuz I’m the one who lost their contact x_x aaah sorry!

I’m so happy~ Anyways… verbally my Big Sis wished me. She wouldn’t Dare to forget my birthdate. I’d KILL her personally XD lol! We had a count down together in her room. Zhen fell asleep so it was just Mok and me counting (sort of). –Mok fell asleep, and I was just waiting for midnight so we could get it all over and done wf, so can switch off the lights and go back to sleep. I couldn’t sleep cuz I was feeling paranoid, what if her dad comes in and scold us for leaving the light on and all… so I stayed up to keep watch =_=”

12am I got my very first present from my sister. And the next morning, I receiver a Birthday choir from Mok and her maid, and a hand shake from sleepy-Zhen and a wish. Her maid cooked me 2 packets of mee-goreng + clam With cold Vegetable juice. Had breakfast with Mok. And later, got an ang pau from my Godmother heee…

anyhoo these are the texts I got… Thank you everybody!!!


Text messages from friends and Family:
Mill:
Jas happy birthday! I cant say as much as I want to coz my credit’s really low. Have fun celebrating my dear. Im sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate with you. Miss you loads (9:25pm 30/3/2007)

Piro:
Happy birthday bitch! >:3
LOL JUST KIDDING!!
SORRY~
So er.. Omg 19 already! Well since it is ur birthday, you can pay back the ebil things I did to you for these past years~! im looking forward to it! Wooohaa! (12:04am 31/3/2007)

Azimah:
Jasmine!! Happy 19th Birthday.. Wishing you longlife.. Cherish your special day with joy and happiness ayte.. Hehe.. (12:15am 31/3/2007)

Angeline:
Happy birthday to youuu. Happy birthday to u, happy birthday my darlin jas! Happy birthday to youuu! Mwahks! Im so glad to have met you dearie as you are such a great person to know hope you have many great years to come, have a great year! GOD BLESS YOU! LOVE YOU! (12:34am 31/3/2007)

Qing:
Happy Birthday, Jasmine! Good luck in everything you do. Enjoy your bday! Hope you have a wonderful weekend. (12:41am 31/3/2007)

Chica:
Hapi bday to you 2x~ hapi bday 2 jasm~ hapi bday 2 u~
Hey! U’r 19th now~ weL wish u with longevity, prosperity, haPineZ & Success owez! Thanx 4 being such a great buddy! U’r among d BESTEST fren I’ve ever known! I Love You Jasm~ Im glad 2 have you as a part of my life! So GUDLUCK in everything you do! Stay focus 2 ur aims! Sorry if I ever hurt you! Remember 1 thing~ I’L try my best 2 b around if you should need me! K hav fun 2day tiL 4eva! LOL~ Oh n im so sorry 4 diz late msg! C ya.. (2:33am 31/3/2007)

Christina@Largo:
Heya, its ur b’day! So wish u happy birthday. 19 yrs u hav been to this world n many years to come. Stay the way u are coz it is u. (3:09am 31/3/2007)

Kenjiro(brother):
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ME,MOM,FELICIA AND ALL THE SWIMMERS. GOD BLESS (9:16am 31/3/2007)

Mother:
Happy birthday we are on our way back now (9:23am 31/3/2007)

April:
Happy birthday jasmine! Hope you have a great day! take care and God bless. (10:51am 31/3/2007)

Fish:
Happy birth-(coming out from vagina) day Jasmine~ hahaha.. Take care of yourself ah~ XD (12:54pm 31/3/2007)

Joy-Joy@Joyce:
Hey Jasmine! Happy birthday to you! May you have an awesome day. God has definitely blessed you with many gifts. See yourself t... ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/12330432/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/12330432/ Mon, 26 Mar 2007 00:08:50 PDT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY BIRTHDAY IS THIS SATURDAY YO!!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!!! Anyhoo~ My family has gone to KK this morning... (My brother has swimming competition)and they will be coming back on time for my Birthday (No I don't think we are going to celebrate... *sad*) YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY COUNT DOWN TO THE 31ST!!! 6 MORE DAYS!!!


Anyways I'll be home alone from today till this Thursday...


4:30pm Thursday, Mrs. Mok will be picking me up and I'll be sleeping over at the Mok's. Friday Mok Wanru will be sending me to Acts29 at De'Angerek. WoooHoooo My Birthday Eve...


And She will drop me Home early the next Morning... My Birthday Morning. >.<


Gaaah! I'm BORED!!! Who wants to sleep over my house?

]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/9799412/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/9799412/ Tue, 29 Aug 2006 01:21:31 PDT
Top class players never seem to be rushed; they appear to glide almost effortlessly around the court and quite often have time to spare!

For the newcomer the opposite is often the case, with many players charging around the court in uncontrolled fashion with the sole aim of getting to the shuttle as quickly as possible to hit it back over the net. No thought is applied to economy of movement and if some form of balance is maintained it has been achieved by chance.

There is much to be gained from knowing and understanding the principles of movement so that you can make the effort necessary to increase efficiently in an area that is already adequate, or improved on a particular weakness that is having an adverse effect on your play.

A vital aspect of good badminton is the ability to move quickly to the shuttle and to hit it from anywhere on the court while you are on balance. You will have a far greater chance of being on balance throughout the rally if your footwork and posture are correct. The sport demands movement forwards, backwards, sideways and diagonally.

Add to this a requirement to start and stop quickly at the beginning and end of each movement, and to jump and land on occasions, and you will soon appreciate that some form of controlled application to the subject of movement is essential otherwise you will be leaving much to chance.

-to be continued ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/8291193/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/8291193/ Tue, 28 Mar 2006 04:09:00 PST
1. You unwrap gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those ribbons). >

2. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has move out.

3. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.

4. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers. You use the grocery bags to hold garbage.

5. You hate to waste food
a ) Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them. (Your mom will give a lecture about starving kids in Africa)

b ) You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.

6. You don't own any real Tupperware-only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, take out containers, and jam jars. >

7. You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.

8. You wipe your plate and utensils or wash them in small basin of hot water before you eat every time you go to a restaurant.

9. You own a rice cooker and a slow cooker.

10. You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.

11. You fight (literally) over who pays the dinner bill.

12. You have a teacup with a cover on it.

13. If you're under age 20, you own a really expensive walkman if you're over 20, you own a really expensive camera.

14. You're a wok user.

15. You only make long distance calls after 7pm.

16. You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached-it means they're fresh.

17. You never call your parents just to say hi.

18. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they'll ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.

19. Your parents tell you to boil herbs and stay inside when you get sick. They also tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods because they're heaty (yeet hay in Cantonese).

20. You e-mail your Chinese friends at work, even though you only sit 10 feet apart.

21. You always cook too much.

22. You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table. I only eat one round of rice. And my rice are usually one medium scoop. Once it’s finish, it’s finish. Automatically, I lose my appetite>

23. You starve yourself before going to all you can eat buffet. *guilty*>

24. You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics, computers.

25. You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.

26. Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin. ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6798796/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6798796/ Tue, 18 Oct 2005 07:29:35 PDT
1.I think I have curly smiles like the Grinch. Ask Miller

2.I look like Malay (People say 1). I have big brown eyes, full lips and as chubby as an elephant! I also have quite flexible eyebrows and eyelids –I think. Cuz whenever Jaspar and I are jobless we used to compete and compare whose eyelids can fold more. XD none of us were pro, but we assume one of us is, by besting the other XD

3.I like to get myself breathless in terms of sports.

4.I find soldiers (muscular men) with necklace irrestibly sek-say! XD so sue me

5.I’m never aware of myself smiling alone. Bro always points it out to me. Honestly, smiling is one of my everyday essentials.

6.I’m always thinking. Mum used to say to me when I was a child, “If you don’t use your brain, it’ll start growing worms!!!” Most times, I think about the pasts, childhoods, my faults/sins, politics, life, wisdom, hilarious movies/incidents… I guess that’s how I grow to have so many opinions on most things. Am I boring?

7.Habit: swirling my hand on the computer mouse. Ask Piro

8.Habit: Usually I prefer doing things alone. Like, going somewhere. I’m a fast pace walker. I like the pumps on my lower leg. Can’t help it. I guess it’s because I’m excited? I feel awkward walking slow in front and like a third wheel if at the back of friends.

9.Habit: When I get too serious, I start to yawn. I yawn at least 50 times per class per day.

10.I don’t have an ordinary life because I get myself in trouble almost all the time. When I try to avoid something, I end up doing it. It’s hard to not think about it, when I’m ALWAYS thinking about it! (refer to #6 lol) I’m capable of going to the extremes but not always (Thanks God).

11.Whenever I have hiccups, I try to think of 3 bold men. Jo’s idea. But it never works. I’m not quite sure why I should be thinking of 3 bold men though.

12.I’m honest and straight forward (straight to point) at most times (unintentionally).

13.Part time palmist, psychiatrist/listener. Sometimes I can be a clairvoyant but most times, I just keep the information to myself. Still in the process of trusting my instincts. I’m not a pro –yet. When I am, I’m not gonna tell you. But never the least, you can find me for a good listener. I’m not a wise ass but I will try to give as much wisdom as I can. (I’m able to help others but myself. I’m stubborn)

14.I act on instinct. When I fail, I try to let bygones be bygones. Opportunities come and go. I take risks despite the consequences. I don’t want to live a life of regrets. At least I know I have tried. And this is also how I learn from life, to live wiser each day. Take this quote: “The only easy day was yesterday” Risk it, don’t regret!

15.I tend to face my fears whenever I see the opportunity. Heights is one of my fears but none the least, I’m dying to sky dive or fly a jet plane –inspired by Ricardo, my Portuguese friend. I wish I know some of my Portuguese relatives. Daddy said there’s a (small?) chance of bro and I having Portuguese blood too. No wonder Germ has some of its abilities. The doctors said so.

16.When I was 14-16years old, I wanted to be a Pilot! I never loved technical things but I saw it as a challenge. I was feminist and sexist. I wanted to prove a point to Brunei, to encourage women to rise up in the economy and be useful. I was inspired until I realized I don’t have the sight, height and Mathematical abilities, I lost hope just like that.

17.Sports boost my self-esteem. It’s like a catalyst to my body and brain system. It’s so very refreshing. Without them, I will wilt and become dull each day. Dying slowly…

18.I cannot get enough of BADMINTON, adrenaline, mint ice creams, Vanilla milkshake, GUAVA, a cat lover since I was born and everything to do with art! In terms of music, words, life, wisdom, portraits, paintings, drawings, natures, human psychology, photography… I can go on forever.

19.I’m a girl thorn between fire and water, techno and classic, spontanism and calm, loud and shy, whacked and wise, weird and sensible…. Sporty and… I hate to admit I’m girly (Mill kept reminding me how girly I am. I wanna puke at myself). I never show it but, I’m a sucker for romantism and flattery. Ok that’s it. Not gonna embarrass myself more.

20.Lastly, I have a habit of being understanding. “Fast to listen and slow to speak/react” I will hate myself if I start discriminating. I may tease the person but I remain in love/admiring them indifferently. I admire people who are not shy to be themselves (especially around me) and are able to trust me. I find quiet people boring and annoying. Sorry. Cuz they make me feel rude for not talking to them. I have problem in starting conversations. I may be loud and enthusiastic but ther... ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6675254/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6675254/ Tue, 04 Oct 2005 05:43:36 PDT
When I swim, it is always the push-off that gets me so much adrenalin. It feels like it’s you against the force in the water. Eyes close, arms straight, legs together, body relax after pushing yourself off the wall. As the speed slows down, start the butterfly kicking. And as you reach the surface, this is when paddling starts. Four paddle and one breath. Coach Lim told me that I should do at least 6000meters a day/week!!! WTH?!

When I play basketball with Jaspar and the guys, the joy was when I had to run for the ball and attract Hui’s attention. Passing, manipulating, disappearing and shoot. Hui was a team. Miss the friendship I shared with the guys. K’bin was the oldest, I the second, Hui third, Jaspar, Guli and Sern. Though Sern was the youngest and the shortest, he’s really a good shooter. And of course, I was the worse of all XD can’t blame me! Basketball ain’t my area. But it’s always fun to have a small match like we had. K’bin is such a funny guy. I remember the time during Chinese new year, we played err… what’s it called… police and spy? Antah eh… anyway it’s using cards. We couldn’t find a bigger place to play so we played in front of Jaspar’s Buddha altar or whatever you call it. Then K’bin said, “Buey tang! Bay sai kong pien oy to Sin ey tau cheng!!” meaning: cannot tell lies in front of God. LOL I couldn’t stop laughing! It’s true though. The game we were playing, we were suppose to lie in order to survive/win. Sorry carried away again I can’t help but add this memory.

Hmm… when I play baseball, it is always the home run that gets me very excited. I love the challenge. Dodging and avoiding the hit. We played with Jaspar’s plastic baseball bat and guess what the ball was made up of? Big hard crumpled paper with thick tape all around! XD Stupid K’bin always play without his spects! Always end up hitting people’s forehead! How embarrassing when he hit mine! Geeez! Next time when it’s my turn, I should accidentally throw it and hope it hits his sensitive part! XD Owh… which reminds me, I hit Jaspar’s once. Eeeep! He was agonizing after that. He was furious with me. His eyes were murderous and dark with vengeance oh my God it was embarrassing!!!! It was in front of his friends. I was embarrassed, I walked out and ran away to join Jac.

And then there was soccer. Soccer’s fun. Except, I’m only quite good at kicking in shoes. Call me girly, but I just can’t bear hurting my toe. OUCH! I can’t play well in slippers. And so I played with my shoes. I only like kicking. Dun really like running the field. I do hate to get myself hurt by falling and risk getting my knees scraped. I hurt myself easily. But I don’t actually care when I fall during badminton. It’s usually a purpose. But hey, when there’s a game, if I’m being invited I will not put down despite all the injuries I will be facing. But also depending on my mood.

Last but not least, Badminton. There may be some other minor sports I play too but it aint important. Whenever Jaspar request a match with me, I have this sudden joy. I know I will be losing to him like always. But the match remains unpredictable. I am determined to wipe that grin off his egoistical face! When I lose, which is always, I smile brightly. I know I will never get bored of Jaspar. Which is why he’s one of my favourite Badminton rival.

During the match, upon waiting for the first serve, it is when all my adrenalin starts to bottled up. It is also when you use your eyes, focus and mental ability. Blocking all sounds and everything around you. Your attention mainly on the shuttlecock. Body in position, eyes on one focus, but the mind’s frequency is open.

When finally it is served, all mind, body and spirit comes to alert. This is when my bottled up adrenalin surfaces. You cannot see my true joy elsewhere but here. It’s all my passion and love has to say. I know I’m such a lazy catcher sometimes, but badminton is still the love of my life. Despite how badly I play at times, I just cannot get enough got adrenalin in badminton. Especially during my match with Albert and Jaspar. That’s when I die so horribly! XD HAHAHAHA! I know I’m such a vegetable. But I just LOVE to die in a match with them! LOL! It keeps me working and just cannot get enough laugh and sarcasm out from me.

Every time the shuttlecock is being returned, my senses alert. Following the frequency, applying the foot-works Coach Wu had suffocated us with, and channeling the excitement Coach Wahab had talked to me about. Everything comes to one single form. The mind, the body and the spirit, all into one. And then it becomes me. The joy it brings, the excitement and definitely the adrenalin. It all comes int... ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6586574/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6586574/ Sat, 24 Sep 2005 01:11:30 PDT
I was still very young, about… 5 or 6. I was in Jo’s house. I was always in my cousin’s house, Jo and I were very close. We were the best and worst enemies. It was a sisterly hate and love relationship. So, one day while she was taking her bath, Joyce (maybe around 9yrs old at that time) in her room studying and I was in the living room alone watching [v] XD V-tv!!! LOL ok anyway, I was bored. But not long until Madonna was on!!! MY FAV MUSIC WAS ON!!! “My baby got a secret” XD I had a habit of climbing things and be in high places. I did a cat walk on the sofa’s edge. Come to think of it, I wonder why I never fell every time I did that? Hmm.. strange. And so I walked here and there easily, mindlessly, and so deep in my wonderland… singing “…my baby got a secret…” All of a sudden, Joyce jumped out of no where and laughed her head off! I yelped and had a momentary heart attack!!! OHMYGAWD!!!!!!! I shut up and sat down like a ‘good’ girl and waited for her to stop laughing. She was trying so hard to stop laughing. Trying to catch her breath, she said to me, “Hahaha!!! Wa ka ama kong ah…” meaning: I’m going to tell grandma. XD XD XD I was HORRIFIED! I cried for her to not tell my grandma.

I begged and begged. But she was already beside the phone. It was kinda dramatic. I actually went up to her and tugged on her pants. Lol! Should have just pulled it down and keep her busy while I dismantle the phone. LOL!!! Anyway, she was already holding the handle and (pretending) punching numbers. I was so close to tears. I was very concern with my pride when I was young. Especially the dancing and singing part. Then she spoke, “Hello… ama? Min-min chiew kua. Ee chiew my-baby-got-a-secret! Hami? Ha tan le ai pa ee eh ka cheng? Ooh bah bye-bye” meaning: Hello, grandma? Min-min was singing. She sang my-baby-got-a-secret! What? You’re going to spank her later? Ok bye. XD OMG… after she put down the phone I was quiet. I think I walked away and sulk on the sofa. LOL. Joyce laughed all the way to her room. Jo was somewhere near by peeping. She never stop reminding me that incident from time to time when we are old now. XD Thank you Jo. XD From that day onwards, I hated the song ever since! Joyce actually told my whole family what I did that day. I was walking on the tip of the sofa, like a queen I sang my favourite song out loud. I loved Madonna.

Hmm… what else… Did I tell you about the time I was in form 2-3? Anyway, I liked Kelvin. He’s ugly but I still like him for himself. I dun like good looking guys. It would take time for me to actually like them. Every time I see a good looking guy, I jaling. I’m sorry. I’m not rude. Just paranoid. Cuz if I look at them (even as normal as I try) I always think, “what if they got the wrong idea?! Shit!!” Good looking guys are usually like SHIT. They think they are so great and that everybody likes them. That was the ideology I always had in the past. So, as a result, I jaling but if I have the choice, I walk away and get as far away as possible. I’m SOOOO sorry if any ‘good’ looking guys or anyone consider himself good looking, is reading this. I’ve been well disciplined for 5yrs in STPRI. But now, I’m beginning to ditch the old ridiculous rules. I have always thought guys are… never mind. I have learnt the joy of having mixed friends. XD

And so, I liked Kelvin. He was really tall, short-sighted and VERY funny. He’s always in Jaspar’s house every Sundays. Jaspar was always inviting me over. And so every afternoons, we would play basketball, baseball and soccer. They were short of players, and I live quite near by so it wasn’t any trouble to ask me over. It’s all boys and me. Some times, when I have a shy attack out of the blue, I pulled his sister and her other small cousins to join. Jaspar hated that.

So it was usually Guli, Bin (Kelvin) Sern, Per (Jaspar), Hui, and I. 3 against 3. I had always hope to be in Bin’s group but fortunately, I was always his rival. XD I guess the first time I played, the guys looked down on me until the first match we had. Miraculously I helped my team won. Bin was a great shooter. He was a great sport and a funny companion too! XD Anyway, Hui was always in the same team as I no matter how random we choose our players. Hui and I were a great match. (no funny ideas please). Basketball was really not my area but I liked all the running, catching and passing. My only main concern was to ‘help’ win the game and getting the time to pass. Hui always wants to be in control. I let him. I was just a helper at the side. Basketball was fun only when Hui’s around. Cuz he’s always there when I need him. Always in the right places. I hate it when people tag my back when I’m with the ball. I can’t dribble well and so, I... ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6221420/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6221420/ Sun, 14 Aug 2005 01:33:56 PDT
When my mum was still carrying my unborn brother, we had a maid. She’s my Malaysian nanny. I was about the age of 5 or 6. I hated her. She was a stranger and I hated strangers. I gave them hell. I gave her hell. XD She never gives up to try to charm me. She buys me many sweet but no use. XD cuz my mum never trains me to eat sweet I was clueless of the candies she gave me. She bought me so many lollypops but I always refuse to take it. One time, when she was asleep, my older cousin, Karen, quietly asked me to go up to her house. My nanny was fast asleep beside the door. I gave her two middle fingers before I left. Come to think about it now, I feel really guilty. She was really nice to me but I gave her hell. I can’t remember what I did but I know that I was bad.

When we moved into a new house, it was a two-story building. Grandma lived below, Big aunt lived next door, and Big uncle’s office was below hers. It was a house of four. Quite big lah. Whenever I’m bored, I go up to the window and stare into the distance. Looking over the big wide cemented padang in front of our house. And then when I see someone’s below the window… I spit! LOL XD HAHAHAHAHA! I was a lil demon. When I have a cough, it’s even the more better. I spit out of the window. I don’t know how many times I scored. XD I was bad. I sorry to say but I grew out of this game already. I will never EVER do such a thing again! It hit the person’s hair or otherwise, his/her shirt. After that I would duck. Never ever peek! In such a crime, one must never check or even peer out if it’s a hit! NEVER! Or you want an early grave?

In form1, STPRI. Every Monday, or was it Saturday? Anyway we have a compulsory sport thing. We were to jog around Ong Sum Ping. Around the second roundabout. Because I’m in the ‘A’ class. We were to run first. Somehow, I was the second girl in the row. Masitah was the first. We ran quite fast and ahead of the rest though. The rest were taking their sweet time running or otherwise, chatting. Mas was a fast runner. I don’t know what she did but all of a sudden a black wild dog came barking and chasing after her! I was petrified! She was worse. She screamed like hell! All of a sudden memory flashes back. I remembered what Mr. Winston in SAS used to tell me. We must not panic when something like this happens. We must walk slowly… and so I tried to calm down. What came next was too fast for me to even think twice.

Damn Mas, DAMN YOU! Because of her hysterical scream. I had no time to follow Winston’s shit! Because behind me came another brother of the black dog!!! “FAAAAAAAAAAK!!!” I screamed and screamed. I had no idea I could scream like that! XD my God.. MY GODDD!!! My heart raced 10times faster the usual. I ran like I never did before. OMG! The dogs were so GAWD DAMN FAST!

I swore at Masitah. I asked her to wait for me but when I look ahead, she was no where in sight, when I look back, the DOG was still gaining on me and I saw no sign of any STPRians! Phuck! I was so So pissed off with Mas. Then after a while, still running, I wanted to cry because another red-blooded demon came chasing after me too! TWO DOGS AAAAAAAAAAAARRRGH! I screamed and screamed my lungs out. My Gawd I was so glad I saw a guard. He came to help me instantly. I saw one of the dog fell into the drain and the other got hold by the guard. I will never forget that day. I felt as if I just ran a marathon! I tell you, chased by wild dogs aint fun.

In UK last year, we had a trip there. Piro, Chris, Miller and I. We stayed in Brunei’s Hall. The day before we left for Brunei, I found a basket of food just below their room. I spat my gum into the basket. It went in together with the apple, two fruit drinks and a packet of biscuit. I spat another chewed gum and again and again until Piro had to stop me. LOL. I brought a packet of banana biscuit. It tasted fowl and so I wanted to deposed it. I got a great idea. I went to their window and shoot some scores. LOL I missed some. It fell onto the walk-path below. Eeps! If you’re not careful, the people there might fine you for such behaviour –I think. A few people was walking below. (I didn’t spit my saliva OK! That was in the past!) Later, even Piro joint in! XD Chris just looked down and tisked at us. Miller was complaining about our deviant behaviour. XD

Back in Stratford, we stayed in a lousy but welcoming hostel. Qing and I were to share a room in the attic. Chris, Mill and Piro shared a room below. Damn it! The owner told us that the bathroom in the attic might be a problem if someone’s using water below. XD I’m so bad. Every morning, she wakes up so damn early. And as a result, she had the bathroom first. I snuck out of bed and went to the bathroom below. XD HAHAHAHAH! I was mad at Qing for some reasons. I gathered all my toiletries and went to the bathroom below. OMG I have no idea how to use British’s toilets... ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6220180/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6220180/ Sat, 13 Aug 2005 22:05:39 PDT
When I was about the age of 5, a guy name Jimmy had a crush on me. We were in kindergarten 3 in CHMS. I liked him too. He was considered one of my best friends. I liked his eyes and he was crazy over me. Oh and by the way, at the age of 5 I have no idea what is ‘love’. I was a sexist. I hated ALL boys. I threatened to hit them if they dare annoy me.

Then one day, most of our friends had gone home. Suddenly he came up to me and said, “Soon Lee Ping, Wo Ai Nie!!” Wide-eyed. I was horrified. I panicked. I ran away from him as far as I could. He was gaining on me!!! I was so scared. It was worse than being chased by WILD dogs!!! I was screaming and screaming! I screamed help but the teacher just ignored me! What made the matter worse was when he wanted to ‘kiss’ me!!! AAAARGH! Even though this is a decade+ ago, Im still petrified by the experience. While still running, I thought of a trick. I pretended to fall and gave it a lil cry. It worked (but the teacher was still deep in her book!). My other friend came to comfort me. I was so tired and exhausted I stop my fake crying and tried to get away silently. But of course that didn’t work. So obviously, we were back to the chasing game. Shiver… scary. (That’s not the end of it. Will stress about my relationship with Jim may be next time)

When I was about a few years older, we moved into a new house. Mum always warns me about not talking to strangers, not doing naughty things, bla bla bla… you name it. I was and may be still, a rebellion. Every weekend, I would sneak out of the house to catch stray cats. I was a master in sneaking out. I have my way of staying silent. If my parents catch me up so early, I would just say I have a stomachache.

Once out of the house, I would start to scan the area for CATS! My eyes were quite sharp. Instantly, I would find at least one or two. I would then try to charm them. Walking slowly and carefully. But of course they look at me as if I had gone mad. This routine goes on and on. Every after that, I always find myself covered with love grasses and mosquito bites. But it was worth it. My parents never catch me. Heh heh… clever. Catching cats was like an early morning exercise for me.

There was this other time when I was playing with a cat. She was really wild. She let me stroke her. But when she wanted to leave, I was so angry I hit her body (not really hard laa!) She scratched me and I hit her again. This time, I got bitten. All of a sudden I was scared. I thought, “OMG am I going to crazy now?” Cuz mum always warns me not to play with wild dog or cats or any form of animals. Grandma saw how strange I was acting. I just smiled and asked her how was her cooking and acted casual before I turned around walking, faster and faster and then ran all the way back to the house, in the room sucking the blood out of my hand. Eventually it dried and I applied medicine myself for the sake that no one catches my bad behaviour. That was the day the cat and I became enemies. But of course I still catch other cats BUT that stupid cat. XD so cute…

When I reached primary2, I made quite a few friends. I was very choosy. I made friends only to those girls who are pretty and with long hair. XD owh.. so FUNNY! Anyway Evelyn, the leader and the tallest of our pack, asked me if I wanted to follow them to go Jubilee to buy some chocolate bars. I was so excited I thought it was Jolibee and they are going to lanja me if I follow. And so I did. It was break time. The place was far so we missed class. It was so fun. I felt so excited and scared at the same time. You have no idea how much I love that trill. We hid behind bushes and tree when we saw someone coming. Bla bla bla… long story short, we didn’t manage to buy anything cuz there were quite a few people there and a big white truck. When we reach our class, the teacher was so suspicious about or whereabouts she asked over and over where we went. I was so glad I had a friend like Evelyn. She was so brave and clever. In the end the teacher was convinced and let us go. So we were never punished in the principle’s office. Owh and… when I was young, I LOOOOVE going in to the principle’s office. Don’t ask me. I also don’t know why. I just LOVE going in there! Sometimes I pretend I wanted to telephone my mum. LOL XD anyway my memory is a bit hazy there.

I also had a crush on my P.E teacher. I never told anyone. LOL and I hated... ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6085097/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/6085097/ Sun, 31 Jul 2005 04:49:15 PDT
Darkness descended upon me
Like an ancient mistress
And wrapped me in
An uncomfortable cloak of woeful distress.

I hid from the sun
And lived days of fear,
Knowing that sleep
Was growing ever near.

I took one long, sad look
In a broken mirror.
The gloomy vision of a dismal void
Did cause me to shiver.

With heavy limbs and weary heart,
I write these words;
As a penultimate act,
They're my last to be heard.

I have been living
In the dark for so long
That I am afraid
Of the light or a song.

My thoughts are those
Of dying gods and dying men,
My dying hope,
And my dying pen.

Drapes of loneliness
Darken my room.
I lie beneath
A blanket of doom.

I suffer alone
In my misery,
And cold, black melancholy
Envelops me.

Others love.
But me?
I alone sit
And try to write poetry.

And sometimes I despair
Over what I've said and what I've done,
But from these things
I cannot, will not run.

My brain lies in pieces
On the dusty floor.
The nightmare that I live
I just can take no more.

I can't combat my mourning,
And my tears are cast in vain.
My face, twisted and contorted.
My mind has gone insane.

I embrace nothing but my death,
And I'm wounded by my thoughts.
My pen has run dry
From the complex ideas I've sought.

My life I'd trade
For a rusty blade.
But I?
Instead I alone sit listening to the dustmites screaming
And to the dull, hollow clacking
Of my own black heart. ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5990200/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5990200/ Wed, 20 Jul 2005 20:51:23 PDT

Beneath the haunting beauty
Of an autumnal moon
The lonely one was born
Within the meadow of my mind.

Screaming and crawling,
Gnarled shadows on the wall.
Withered and worn,
Gnarled shadows in my head.

I wanted someone to save me,
Someone to lift me,
But I kept falling (down).
Down and down 'til I just stayed.

Like the empty stone gaze of an ancient statue,
I saw the silence of your eyes
When you slowly retreated
To your warm, comfortable shell.

On ships from distant lands
Came words that were dismal.
These sorrows,
I wept as I sowed.

They blossomed in a garden of grief
One thousand footsteps long,
And I wept
As I reaped.

The ugly duckling
Grew with the poet's pain
To finally ride upon
The graceful wings of a swan.

I have seen the beauty of ugliness
And the darkness of a life,
And I have shivered
When dusk has fallen.

I have trembled,
Not only for the baying wind,
But for my own mortality
When I went down with the sun.

And I have seen life take pleasure
In slowly twisting the knife
As I lay there in pain,
As I cried there in pain.

But so easily not is a swan killed,
And a poet's pain can rage,
So beware the eve'
When the moon lights not.

For fitful and troubled
May be my rest,
And the darkness has returned
Once again. ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5980649/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5980649/ Tue, 19 Jul 2005 19:39:04 PDT
Sweet dark girl who hides between the shades of the night

Sweet dark girl, sorrows’ lover, chaos’ lover.

Sweet dark girl, warlike of the unknown, rebellious to the common things.

Sweet dark girl who flies in the nights, as the vampire, which goes after its prey, tell me your visions and wrap me with your mantle of darkness.

Sweet dark girl, cold and distant, strange and enigmatic.

Sweet dark girl, daughter of the night, sister of the shade, tell me your mysteries, intoxicate me with your essence, seduce me with the unknown thing.

Sweet dark girl, sweet gothic girl, flies, flies this one and thousand more nights in search of hidden secrets. ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5795265/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5795265/ Wed, 29 Jun 2005 20:54:25 PDT
It was, as I recall,
A dark December night.
Neither moon nor star
Hung o'er those dismal moments.

There I stood,
Gazing through the looking glass.
Through crimsoned eyes
I viewed the sight.

The image I saw
Was of my face not.
In a robe of gloaming mist
Was she standing.

A woman, a wraith,
A spirit of ancients,
Moldering and rotten,
With a silent hand outstretched.

Overwhelmingly familiar,
This.
Overwhelmingly uncomfortable,
This.

This eidolon did once more
Cause me to weep,
But unlike times past,
This woman now whispered.

"Why do you fear Death so?
Is it not the fate of all men?
King or commoner?
Truthful or thief?"

With tear-filled rage
I formed a fist
To smash the looking glass
And destroy the phantom.

But the vision remained
One thousand times in the shards,
Mirrored shards of loneliness
That stabbed me deeper with each passing breath.

Beckoned by one thousand spirits of ancients
With their silent hands outstretched.
And with my head down and my eyes gouged,
I followed. ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5740087/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5740087/ Fri, 24 Jun 2005 01:04:20 PDT
I,
I hear the sound
Of a deathbed's sweet lullaby.
And I,
I hear the sound
Of a chariot racing towards me.
And I,
I feel the breath
Of an angry black steed.
And I,
I feel the thunder
Of one thousand steel hooves.
And I,
I taste the blood
Dripping from the sword.
And I,
I taste the death
In the shadows of twilight.
And I,
I smell the brimstone
Of my eternity.
And I,
I smell the flesh
Burning from my bones.
And I,
I see the moon
Laughing at worthless lives.
And I,
I see the tears fall like rain
From the blackest of skies. ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5700572/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5700572/ Thu, 23 Jun 2005 07:42:57 PDT Lianheart is leant. (cuz it rhymes mar)
if I were alone in a room with Lianheart, I would watch anime with him and eat all his pop corns. (ok lah~ to be fair, I give you sebiji [only] Hehe.. I’m so kind~)
I think Lianheart should make a recipe book and add some of his manga characters to make the book interesting. Hehee…
Lianheart needs to gain more weight. XD
Lianheart will never get shorter. (Wahahaha!)
Lianheart can be my chef. (cook me lots of Tomatoes ya?) XD
when I think about Lianheart, I want to try test him if he's really leant! XD
Someday Lianheart will be in competition with Chris in cookery. (Who can boil egg faster? -Beep! Start!) XD
Lianheart reminds me of Chris.
Without Lianheart anime movies will go down the drain with Japan’s economy.
Memories of Lianheart is when the time he was discussing about watching anime during an earthquake, with Foxy in the canteen. XD
Lianheart can be so funny when he talks more. His expressions are hilarious! And his lips can twitch in a funny way! LOL
”wow he eats 2 packets of mee and still stay so skinny?!” is how I describe meeting Lianheart.
Worst thing about Lianheart is he’s way better sports than me.
Best thing about Lianheart is he’s leant. (Waahhaaa!)
Lianheart is Mike-Kun. Man~ sounds almost like my nick laaa. Except I’m Mika-chan.
If Lianheart was a flavor of ice cream i would be a vegetarian.
Lianheart is my long lost son. XD ask Chris. I’m also not sure~ hahaa..
I wish Lianheart would snort with Fox. (Wahaaaa!!)



I was terjangkit by gameflu
gameflu is DEADLY.
if I were alone in a room with gameflu, I would sneeze non-stop.
I think gameflu should be stopped (sum1 shud invent a more powerful insecticide!)
gameflu needs to get out in the sun more. (so the germs can be killed)
gameflu will never drink tea. XD
gameflu can sing as good as the amount of teas she drinks.
when I think about gameflu, I think of the nearest hospital.
Someday gameflu will be a celebrity. (whoa even a virus can b popular ah?)
gameflu reminds me of a horrible disease –a virus spread from the games. Oh my~
Without gameflu there will be no GAME-FLUE.
Memories of gameflu are the times when we were deviant in UK. (Sigh~ happy memories)
gameflu can be very mysterious, she can catch u off guard n get u sneezing like crazy.
”OML YOU SPEAK JAPANESE?!” is how I describe meeting gameflu. (Flue, with a small tag that said “made in Japan” OH~ no wonder…)
Worst thing about gameflu is when she wont leave you alone so u can just breath for a moment from sneezing more. Hai~ very exhausting to be with!
Best thing about gameflu is she’s a DGCT and draws like a PRO.
gameflu is so horrible, vegetable and exploitable. XD
If gameflu was a flavor of ice cream i would turn green.
gameflu is my beloved sickness.
I wish gameflu would not stop making me sick.



I hog-tied KinKitsune. (for BBQ)
KinKitsunes are a kind of DOG-species with long ears.
if I were alone in a room with a KinKitsune, I would make sure my grandma is really out.
I think KinKitsune should BARK more.
KinKitsune needs to grow a tail. XD
KinKitsune will never be leant.
KinKitsune can scratch and chew my mum’s ugly sofa.
when I think about KinKitsune, I think about BBQ pork. (wahaaa~)
Someday KinKitsune will evolve into a leopard! o_O wooo…
KinKitsune reminds me of an old man with curly hair. Hahaaa~ aiyaaa joking ba~
Without KinKitsune every grandmader will be safe.
Memories of KinKitsune are the good times when he and Millie debate over sumtin.
KinKitsune can be cunning and fast in giving lame/sarcastic answers.
”Hmm.. tot I saw tis guy before?” is how I describe meeting KinKitsune.
Worst thing about KinKitsune is when he tries to shoot some points on Mr.Math-Moe teacher.
Best thing about KinKitsune is that he will not lose hope that one day he will successfully bite that Black-Moe OFF of that Mr.Math-Moe teacher. That’s his potential I think~
KinKitsune is a cunning Son-Of-A-FOX, who speaks and reads FOXford language! (can you teach me too?) XD
If KinKitsune was a flavor of ice cream i would be a… hmm.. I was thinking about ‘shit-cream” XD ney.. if he were a flavor of ice cream, I wud start spitting furr balls!!!!
KinKitsune is my NEW pet from AFRICA. Woopie~ hey doggie, FETCH!!!
I wish KinKitsune would be a real Fox for my new pet.


More to exploit coming soon -if I'm not too lazy.
OK MY TURN!!!!

I ___ Mika.
Mika is ____.
if I were alone in a room with Mika, I would ____.
I think Mika should _____.
Mika needs ____.
Mika will never ____.
... ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5662561/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5662561/ Thu, 16 Jun 2005 04:50:57 PDT
All my soldiers
Laid to rest
All of my enemies
Attacks assesed

The thinning blood
Running through
My veins
Is black as my makeup
That hides all my pain

I cry my tears
But they're always red
Like the old rose petals
That scatter my bed

These petals arent red
Like the colour I want
No, these petals are black
They're black and dead

I slip into my bath
The water submerges my head
And when I break the surface
Im surrouded by the petals
All black and dead

A sense of Horror
Being sprayed by the hose
Im in my black dress
Holding my dead rose ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5595891/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5595891/ Thu, 09 Jun 2005 06:52:12 PDT

A rider on a steed
On a snowy hill
In the distance
On the dark horizon.

Rider and steed, still on the hill,
Dark phantoms against the snow
Lit by a midnight moon
In a slate-black sky.

There are many hills
Twixt me and the steed,
Hills of fresh snow,
Hills of frigid nights.

With no movement and no sound
From the reluctant rider,
The steed turns towards me
And takes off o'er the hills.

In an instant the steed
Reaches top speed
And is sprinting towards me,
Bounding o'er the hills.

I watch the steed near,
Effortless in its grace,
A black cloud, a black mist,
A black fog surging in.

Each hoof is tipped with black nickel
And shod with sterling silver.
The powerful hooves pound through the snow
And smash into the stone beneath.

Each step a symphony of thunder,
Each step a flash of lightning
From the sterling shoes
Against the cold granite of the hoary earth.

The mighty steed's feet
Destroy the granite and kick the dust to the air.
Snow as well joins,
And the union falls to the ground.

The steed's nostrils flare,
And fires burn within them.
Ever closer is the magnificent beast,
And the rider still remains silent as the mountains.

The steed--a machine with a heartbeat,
With muscles hard as iron,
Singular in their purpose,
Singular in their intent.

The muscles, more powerful than the universe,
The sinews, with strength beyond strength,
Ripple beneath the finest coat of liquid black,
A coat that reflects the moonlight.

The mane descends like the night sky;
The tail flows like an ancient river.
The chrome of the roiling snow
Sparkles like the tears of the mournful.

The steed is now upon me
And stops in an instant.
Though this beautiful creature towers above me,
There is no fear in my heart.

The steed makes not a sound
And flinches not at all.
Not one muscle twitches.
The winds dare not touch mane nor tail.

The steed's breath comes easily,
As if the beast had not just raced
Over many hills through the snow.
No fire; no smoke.

As if bowing to me, the steed lowers its head,
And I look into its eyes,
Eyes as clear as ice, black as sables,
And deep as an ultramarine winter sky.

I look up to the rider,
A rider wrapped in a dark woolen cloak
But with no warmth and no motion,
A rider with no reins and no saddle.

The rider has no face,
No name,
No voice,
No breath.

The steed raises its head,
Rears back, and takes to the sky,
Each stride a symphony of thunder,
Each stride a flash of lightning.

And as the steed disappears from my sight,
I'm left alone again
In the snow on a hill,
And I begin to weep... ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5556233/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5556233/ Sat, 04 Jun 2005 23:42:45 PDT
My life is a dark pool of blackness
Falling
Dropping
My dark soul cries out but no one listens
I saw the eyes of Death...
The blade kisses me deeply
Though I breathe I am not truly alive
The blood that I have bleed for thee
Screaming
I am fallen and will never rise
Life is my blood
Endless bleak night ]]> ~Jasmika http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5528154/ http://Jasmika.deviantart.com/journal/5528154/ Thu, 02 Jun 2005 05:04:20 PDT
A Chance Encounter with Death


"What manner of man
Now stands here before me?"
I beckon,
Yet He does not speak.

I draw my weapon,
But He remains fast.
He says to me,
"None have passed."

His eyes glisten
Far in His head,
This bearer
Of mortal dread.

"If thou art man,
Prove thy might with cannon and sword,"
I yell aloud
To the fermenting storm.

He flinches not
At my loud call
But only says,
"I will not fall."

Thunder rumbles
Behind my foe
As a cold northern wind
Begins to blow.

Lightning fells
A mighty oak.
Into the slate black sky
Arises white smoke.

Great orange flames
Reach for the heavens
And are not slowed
Even by the pelting rains.

I step closer
Towards my faceless enemy.
I see the reflected fires
In His eyes focused solely on me.

With all my might,
I launch my spear,
But the mysterious figure fears not
And simply laughs back in my ear.

With an inner rage
Not my own,
I run at Him
To shatter His bones.

I raise my sword
To clash with His.
They meet with a force,
Mine and His.

White hot sparks
Shower from the sky,
Scorch my skin,
And singe my eyes.

I war intensely
With my grim adversary.
And even after many hours,
I've become not yet weary.

With ravenous want,
I continue my fight.
We struggle on
Through most of the night.

Finally I gain
The upper hand
And spill His blood
Onto the cold, hard land.

I rip His flesh.
Crimson is His blood.
I remove my rapier
And watch the flood.

The blood of many a man
Is lost on the ground,
And out of my foe's mouth
Escapes an amazing sound.

He bellows forth
A magnificent yell.
His eyes look like
The eternal fires of Hell.

His amazing roar,
His cry of agony,
Shakes the mountains
And trembles the trees.

I pierce His chest
Again with great lust.
His blood pours forth
Like steaming red dust.

I look upon
My conquered, dying rival.
Though He can scarcely breathe,
His fierce eyes still sparkle.

Deep is my chilling,
Growing sorrow,
But I would do
The same tomorrow.

Completely forspent,
I fall to my knees
And hear my opponent croak out,
"Thou art worthy indeed."

Divine wrath
And earthly doom
Are marked by
A tremendous boom.

In a flash of lightning,
My enemy disappears.
In the falling rain,
I realize my fears.

I have won the battle,
But I'll never win the war.
I slew Death that night,
But soon again He'll be tearing down my door. ]]> ~Jasmika