January 16, 2014

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'.


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

March 19, 2008

you gotto throw away the o' worn-out tooth brush spontaneously,

or not, you'll be using the same old tooth brush, day after day.

it is inefficient to brush your teeth with a blunt tooth brush.

there is an old chinese saying,

'if the old do not go, how can the new one come?'

March 18, 2008

without love, a person degenerates.

March 17, 2008

too much love can cause anxiety.

March 16, 2008

too much sleep can cause depression.

March 15, 2008

i can come back.

i can.

i know i can.

i must know; i can.

March 14, 2008

what do i expect of anything from anyone,

when i'm already;

all at fault?

March 13, 2008

i'm all of nothing,

a life i cannot sustain.

March 12, 2008

how should i give,

when i don't even have?

March 11, 2008

i read. and read. and read.

gaining, achiving, and growing.

March 10, 2008

finding rhythms in words.

getting that beat right,

into you,

through you,

within you.

March 9, 2008

am i a writer,

or a bullshiter?

smiles.

March 8, 2008

well-maybe, i am just a bad storyteller,

or a modern-talent artistry person that can
ellaborate things in seasors?

than just maybe, i am a use to the world.

March 7, 2008

i want to be in the scapes of these
wonderful patterns,

that i am changing
into something of misses.

March 6, 2008

i am a 'missed'.

i miss things.

i bypass/miss things.

i gain friendships.

i gain everything,

but never love.

March 5, 2008

why?

that is the question
of every lonely person in this world.

March 4, 2008

we all feel lonely as we aged.

as we all grow old and die.

March 3, 2008

just like every song ever sang in this life.

i sometimes think, they are just songs.

March 2, 2008

songs of non-indication of death,
are just songs to every other
paranoia being in this life.

March 1, 2008

all animals live in paranoia.

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.

February 28, 2008

we are all paranoia-beings.

"i'm gonna break my jaw by the teeth,
and a quick vibration-snapping of my neck."

February 27, 2008

we all live in fear;
separated by the difference
level of paranoia within us.

February 26, 2008

some fear of their financial.
some fear of their freedom.
some fear of disappointments.
some fear of departures.

but most of us, fear of death.

February 25, 2008

it's scary, how yr thoughts
focus so much on it,
it actually calls for it.

February 24, 2008

it's already a fact,
that death is everywhere.

but it is also true;
many things are still 'life' everywhere.
and there is also love.

that is why love is the savior of all time.
as in many religions have taught.

February 23, 2008

it is always about love.

and how do you seek?

and how do you get?

you have to find.

February 22, 2008

i fear of not having love,
and live forever not ever havin it again.

i fear of not finding it again,
and will never-ever find it again.

February 21, 2008

because it is not for me;

i am a terrible-minded person.

February 20, 2008

i think in riddles,

and blame in philosophical,

and abstract in art.

February 19, 2008

i don't feel like drawing.
i don't feel like painting.
i don't feel like crafting anything
out of anything and everything.

February 18, 2008

and these are the moments where it lead me to this;

of not even wanting to know anything,

and just resting.

February 17, 2008

calming.

placing.

staying.

February 16, 2008

finally, breathing.

and than it ends.

just like,

(breath)

that.

end of ACT I.

February 15, 2008

i have a demon within me.

we all have. atleast one.

February 14, 2008

i believe in magic,
but magic never believes in me.

February 13, 2008

the thought of every man in this world;
of every woman in this world,

'is she, will she?'

February 12, 2008

how could anything stays,

when everything is moving?

February 11, 2008

i'm a terrible person.

i do terrible things;

i destroy everything that surrounds me.

and i can't keep still.

my words are like knives to them.

February 10, 2008

time is so fast.

it's when you knew when to worry about it,

it's when it's already gone.

February 9, 2008

before i have to know,

i've already known.

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.

February 7, 2008

this is ALL my karma.

February 6, 2008

love and career,

i've lost both.

i'm near end to my life line,

and its too late for me to fix them.

i thought i was smart,

now i know i'm only a fool.

i'm the joke of everyone,

giving up is the easiest to do.

letting go,

is the best comfort.

February 5, 2008

i am poor and useless to everyone,

that is the fact.

i wish to have the confidence,

and like of everyone.

but i don't even like myself,

do i even expect anyone to?

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.

February 3, 2008

maybe if i did not chose art as my life,

i would be happier,

i would not seek for truths,

i would not be emotionally attached to things.

i would be cold.

and maybe coldness is better than emptiness.

February 2, 2008

i'm tired of my ramblings.

the tiredness of everyone listening to me,

makes me angrier at myself.

if i was to choose to be a recluse,

i should start acting like one.

instead of being a self-pitying bastard,

that begs for attention from everyone.

February 1, 2008

does everyone wish to have a time machine
as bad as me?

why am i never satisfy with the present?

why do i long for the past?

i see people dying and suffering everywhere, everyday.

i feel ashame of my ingratitude towards life.

i hate my sadness.

i crave for happiness.

January 31, 2008

i had a friend who died at a very young age.

he never found love.

never had a career.

never had a chance to discover the world.

when he died, i felt an unfairness in life.

why is everyone's life not equal the share of fun?

what is life?

is life luck?

do we stand a chance to fight fate?

January 30, 2008

maybe it's my fate
to live this life.

or

maybe it's my mistakes
that leaded me to this life.

January 29, 2008

if you could find someone who could
cope up with your grumpiness and
put up with your bitchin of almost
everything,

keep them,

they love you.

January 28, 2008

"all you need is love."

or

living a life at peace without it?

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.

January 26, 2008

the difference of a meaningful life and a happy life;

you can never have both.

the choice of both leads to only misery.

maybe misery is the answer.

or maybe i've chosen.

January 25, 2008

i'm waiting for a change,
and the waiting has changed me.

January 24, 2008

do take me away,
if this is it.

January 23, 2008

the world is in darkness,
light only comes in beeps.

the world is in storm,
i long for the sun.

January 22, 2008

can you, can she?

can we?

January 21, 2008

is she, will she?

i've tried, but still.

January 20, 2008

you can die just 'believing',

or die just 'knowing.

she knows, i know.

January 19, 2008

is 'tomorrow'

a reason to wake up?

is 'tomorrow'

a good reason to begin?

or simply 'tomorrow'

is just a tomorrow.

tomorrow.

January 18, 2008

i shall be reborn today,
like how i've always have.

i shall believe again,
like how i've always had.

like today of any other day,
where i believe and be reborn again,

today.

January 17, 2008

i'll paint you a song,
draw you a letter,

sing you a poem,
by your window,

picture you a lover,
dream of a life.

January 16, 2008

i had her with this song once.

funny now that i am giving it,

to her again,

as a friend;to be send.

January 15, 2008

i remember how painful-difficult it was,

for how i know now, how beautiful it was.

that it can be,

if you try to make it be,

and just be.

January 14, 2008

i know that it was;

a cut that it must be,

an end to it all,

and forever it remains;

to be heal.

January 13, 2008

maybe it is i, who are killing me,

and not it.

January 12, 2008

sometimes i go back,

and i think:

was i;he, or he;i?

or was she even she,

or just simply,

she?

January 11, 2008

i'm so tired of waiting,

but waiting,

is the only thing,

i could ever do.

January 10, 2008

the fear of death;

January 9, 2008

words that are not spoken from my mouth,

can i get back?

January 8, 2008

to undo my wrong; is wrong.

living to it; is right.

i right to live.

i feel so wrong.

January 7, 2008

inspired by simplicity,

this;

is the simplest thing in my life.

January 6, 2008

the old question;

do we choose the path?
or the path choose us?

it is my obsession.

then it became a habit.

now,

it is an addiction.


;the old question remains.

January 5, 2008

the color changes faster than you could imagine.

love is red.

January 4, 2008

amnesia would be the greatest thing now.

January 3, 2008

just one mistake and this can be forever.

for ever.

January 2, 2008

the next thing you know, you're 70.

and you are still here.

life can just be.

just be.

January 1, 2008

this is a new beginning;

like every other beginnings; of every other years,

this is the new.