i've written.
but it couldn't be made.
i didn't had the support.
nobody wants to support me.
it's my karma i guess.
i believe everything that happens to me are
because of my past actions.
i'm a mean person. unsupportive. and selfish.
and thus, i've no one to blame,
except for myself.
i've written, and now so what?
today is the day, i feel really dishearten.
i've always feel i haven't done enough.
trust me, i'm not those guy who said that,
but who in fact has done alot.
i'm the kind who really hasn't done much,
and gets depress over it, and still hasn't done much.
i've tried many times to put my mind into it and do it.
i believe in the motto 'be on time, give 100% and hope for the best.'
but nothing ever happens.
and facebook depresses me, because i see how my other friends
are doing so much. getting married, having kids, a career they enjoy.
i enjoy my work, but not so much my career.
i'm not moving.
am always stagnant.
it pisses me off to see other people's work and deep down
inside i know i can do better. but i never did. i never get the
chance to do it.
i hate feeling pity for myself, i really do.
but no matter how much i try to tell myself to be positive,
to just do, but it never happens.
i can't blame God. He has His ways.
but seriously, i ask myself, why should He give me?
do i deserve it? have i put as many hours into my work.
maybe not my drawing. maybe drawing is my gift.
comics.
and not movies.
am i retreating to making movies?
i'm not surrounded with the right people.
am always ended up with the wrong people.
or they ended up wrong with me?
i really wish and want to do it.
but why i can't?
making movies is not so easy.
but yet-i see so many not so good filmmakers are actually doing it.
so what's wrong with me?
am i not good enough?
my reel sucks. i hate my reel.
i love movies. i really do.
i get very excited in every cool 10 minutes opening of movies.
the music. the credits coming up. the actor, the lighting. the pacing.
every time i see something cool, i tell myself i got to do something like that.
but i never did.
no matter how much i try to construct myself to get there, i never do.
always ended up with the wrong people.
or as i said again, maybe they ended up wrong with me.
give me 1 opportunity, with the right people, right equipments,
i know i can pull it off. i can make it a masterpiece.
i know i can. i can feel it in me.
but it's so disheartening that i'm not able to.
everytime i dig myself out of the hole,
i gather my thoughts and ready to go for it again,
i get fallen into the hole again.
maybe that's what you called loser huh?
only loser and whiners whine through a blog where he knows nobody read.
i don't want anybody to read.
yet at the same time,
i don't feel like typing to myself through a notepad file.
atleast with this, i know somehow my words are 'out there'.
January 16, 2014
December 23, 2013
Married
Everyone's married these days.
Children.
Family.
And I'm still alone.
Do I want to?
I do not know.
I do want kids.
But am I ready to give life to another when I haven't had
enough for myself.
She's gotten married.
End of that chapter of my life.
They have won.
And I'm still...
Healing I guess.
I'm much better.
But still....
It gets cold sometimes.
December 22, 2013
i keep forgetting i'm a writer.
i've always been.
but i live in denial.
i do not know why it took me so long to realize this.
i've been a good one for a long time.
i remember when i was 14 in my english class,
i discover the usage of (-) writing,
the teacher was very please with my story
and read it to the class.
i thought it was just a fluke.
somehow years later i miraculously ended-up
in an english spelling bee contest. and even more miraculous,
i got second, also defeating the well-known mixed-Eurasion Malay chick
(whom i also had a crush on then) where the entire school
knew that she could speak perfect top-A class english sexy accent,
(excuse me, she's married now :( ).
yet, i also shamefully lost to the grand-prize-winner; whom was the chinese guy
in school where everybody knows English wasn't his first language.
so thus the irony of life,
since then i've always denied that i was any qualified writer.
or if i was, i was a horrible one and therefore undeserving the title 'writer'.
but today.
i had a longing feeling;
i miss writing.
and somehow i just knew where to come back too.
-chinyew
i've always been.
but i live in denial.
i do not know why it took me so long to realize this.
i've been a good one for a long time.
i remember when i was 14 in my english class,
i discover the usage of (-) writing,
the teacher was very please with my story
and read it to the class.
i thought it was just a fluke.
somehow years later i miraculously ended-up
in an english spelling bee contest. and even more miraculous,
i got second, also defeating the well-known mixed-Eurasion Malay chick
(whom i also had a crush on then) where the entire school
knew that she could speak perfect top-A class english sexy accent,
(excuse me, she's married now :( ).
yet, i also shamefully lost to the grand-prize-winner; whom was the chinese guy
in school where everybody knows English wasn't his first language.
so thus the irony of life,
since then i've always denied that i was any qualified writer.
or if i was, i was a horrible one and therefore undeserving the title 'writer'.
but today.
i had a longing feeling;
i miss writing.
and somehow i just knew where to come back too.
-chinyew
March 19, 2008
March 18, 2008
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March 15, 2008
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February 29, 2008
we humans shall not arrogantly forget,
that we are also natured like the animals,
implanted with a fighting-for-survival
mechanism of instincts and reflexes.
it is merely our IQ level that
separates us from the animals,
and we self-tagging ourselves;
'humans'.
by the end of the day,
all general living-creatures
are still 'animal-beings',
fighting to survive.
that we are also natured like the animals,
implanted with a fighting-for-survival
mechanism of instincts and reflexes.
it is merely our IQ level that
separates us from the animals,
and we self-tagging ourselves;
'humans'.
by the end of the day,
all general living-creatures
are still 'animal-beings',
fighting to survive.
February 28, 2008
February 26, 2008
February 24, 2008
February 22, 2008
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February 20, 2008
February 19, 2008
February 18, 2008
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February 15, 2008
February 14, 2008
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February 12, 2008
February 11, 2008
February 10, 2008
February 9, 2008
February 8, 2008
i am obsess over many things,
love for example.
in life, you can only have One
and not two.
learning from the examples of my parents,
that you only need 'one' to make
everything/everybody happy and harmony.
maybe-afterall we ARE our parents,
that life sometimes can be quite unfair.
i've seen from my mom,
even from the number One slot,
you can be brought down to number two.
we have to bitterly swallow the defeat/truth
in able to continue-survive.
but still, i think my mom did a good job.
she survived.
from my weakness now,
i finally see the bravery in my mom,
she is my superhero.
fellow men,
you can only choose one,
only one.
work or love.
balance.
One.
Love rules over wealth.
Love equals Health.
and Health equals life.
you need life.
and you need her.
go Appreciate her.
for she is Love herself.
love for example.
in life, you can only have One
and not two.
learning from the examples of my parents,
that you only need 'one' to make
everything/everybody happy and harmony.
maybe-afterall we ARE our parents,
that life sometimes can be quite unfair.
i've seen from my mom,
even from the number One slot,
you can be brought down to number two.
we have to bitterly swallow the defeat/truth
in able to continue-survive.
but still, i think my mom did a good job.
she survived.
from my weakness now,
i finally see the bravery in my mom,
she is my superhero.
fellow men,
you can only choose one,
only one.
work or love.
balance.
One.
Love rules over wealth.
Love equals Health.
and Health equals life.
you need life.
and you need her.
go Appreciate her.
for she is Love herself.
February 7, 2008
February 6, 2008
February 5, 2008
February 4, 2008
i seek God once.
loneliness was still there.
then, i found temporary love,
it ended filling me up with more emptiness.
i seek God again.
for awhile, it helped.
then, nothing.
drugs helped awhile too,
then, nothing.
numb. angry.
i hate to live in solitary.
it is slowly killing me.
maybe if i choose the fact that
i'm only a walking corpse, a hopeless being,
then i would stop seeking.
maybe it is the seeking.
loneliness was still there.
then, i found temporary love,
it ended filling me up with more emptiness.
i seek God again.
for awhile, it helped.
then, nothing.
drugs helped awhile too,
then, nothing.
numb. angry.
i hate to live in solitary.
it is slowly killing me.
maybe if i choose the fact that
i'm only a walking corpse, a hopeless being,
then i would stop seeking.
maybe it is the seeking.
February 3, 2008
February 2, 2008
February 1, 2008
January 31, 2008
January 30, 2008
January 29, 2008
January 28, 2008
January 27, 2008
some are fated to have
only one opportunity
to find true-love
in a life time.
and some are fortunate enough
to have a second, if they
ever miss the first one.
this question strikes every one;
will you die in the state of still expecting?
knowing that you've been a fool,
waiting and expecting all this time,
and that it is already at the end,
and you're still nothing,
where it doesn't matter anymore.
or,
accept the defeat now,
that you'll never be whole again,
and seek for something else instead.
only one opportunity
to find true-love
in a life time.
and some are fortunate enough
to have a second, if they
ever miss the first one.
this question strikes every one;
will you die in the state of still expecting?
knowing that you've been a fool,
waiting and expecting all this time,
and that it is already at the end,
and you're still nothing,
where it doesn't matter anymore.
or,
accept the defeat now,
that you'll never be whole again,
and seek for something else instead.
January 26, 2008
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January 14, 2008
January 13, 2008
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