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1849 Steps...

Of Regret-Yes 1849, I counted.
Steps up? Down? Where?
Away, steps away.

In a fleeting instance, a choice made,
like kids choosing soda, or a lemonade.
But far graver the consequence, that day,
that day I chose, to walk away.

First step taken, I could not turn back,
oh that bitter, bitter regret.
Every step a burdened gained,
forward to backwards,
walking in vain.

1849 later, wrenched myself around,
scurrying, stumbling all
the way back.

And then just empty benches, a fat lady whistling
and 1849 steps back.

I'm writing a bunch of poetry, hoping it will boost my lit grades. This one's about walking and stuff.

Cicak-Man

Justice has a new Face.

I realised that as a Malaysian, I should be supporting and promoting my local films.

He's almost as good as Man-man.

Gam Zeh Yaavor

Gam Zeh Yaavor.

And This too, shall pass.

Yes, even this too will pass.

For such is the bleakness and awesomeness of life.

Nothing really lasts. Two years have gone by in a snap, just like that. Good times, bad times, all fade away into the dumpyard called the past, where we can only stand outside the locked gates, catching glimpses of the piles of stuff behind it.

I still vaguely remember time I first contemplated about the impermanence of life when I was a kid. I thought about death and I don't think I got much sleep that night. The thought of non-existence affected me deeply. How small and fragile I was, struggling to stay afloat in the river of time, ready to be swept away without a moment's notice. And the thought of having no thought, the eternal void, where even the our human notions of nothingness can never comprehend, struck me greatly. Then morning came, I woke up, ate my breakfast, brush my teeth and went to school as usual.

Many years later, I no longer have that fear, thank God.

Thought I'd something more to say.