Full Moon 보름달

Full moon
Explicitly illuminating
All his accountabilities,
And his old stories;

Full moon
Jogging his memory
As if it’s a raconteur;

A boy used to be diminutive,
Encountering difficulties,
Developing his skull-penetrating skills,
Wishing for encouragements,
Not counting his passionate advocates.

Never forgetting his recurrent contemplation,
Of ways and schemes;
To give the poor inexperienced thing –
Himself a chance to learn
Exactly how he could glide through his.

Full moon,
Telling off the little boy
With plenty of moxie,
About in what manner he should and shouldn’t,
As though it’s the one bringing forth to him;

A boy used to make no efforts to obey,
A boy used to love glumness,
A boy used to moaning and groaning,
For being unfairly treated;

A boy used to be forgetful,
A boy used to petty jealousy and squabbles,
A boy used to have rubber-like temperament,
So any stress-exerting endeavor would just fall flat;

Full moon
Signifying the significance of unity
Proving that a sorrowful look wasn’t a good one,
And life ain’t full of somber occasions,
A crescent and a new one wouldn’t stay any longer.

Full moon
Putting forward a number of suggestions,
As well as appeasing the angry boy by showing its fineries.
Doping the disposition with steel,
Not because to make his a callous one;
Just to make him tough and strong.

Full moon
Reminiscing his days,
Ringing a bell loudly about,
His enormous clangers,
Teaching like a reverend;
About God’s words

I was having peaceful mind on that morning, being rejoiced at the sight of the lovely full moon.
As the saying goes, early bird catches the worm, I was somehow proving it was true when early man like me would have the occasion for this fantastic scenery of dawn.
And, I wrote this poem though it ain't any poem worthy of reading. :)

Cases Study

Case 1
"Mr. Tan, you really have a big problem with your pronunciation. Why do you always spell the letter 'l' as 'r', and 'r' as 'l', huh? I will give you one-week time to have a try-out on the word 'Lantaran'. If you fail to say it right, I am sorry as I have to say: Mr Tan, you are such a failure!" Your pronunciation of 'blogger' make me think of only one sentence that suits you much more than others, viz. 'Are you learning English?' And I am afraid to say that you perhaps won't have any chance to get any higher bands than 5.5 for your coming IELTS in March.

Case 2
"You are still b-r-o-g-g-i-ng?, On the day of exam?"

Case 3
I saw a monkey lingering around the nearby Giant this morning. Perhaps it wished to help its kind to replenish their stocks.

Her Acute Anxiety, Depression and Insomnia 그녀같은걱정, 우울과 불면

She was left alone six months ago in her own residence as if she had to put in quarantine for carrying some sort of diseases. The bout of depression she was having all this while and her choice to abandon herself to grief had caused her life more sufferings and pains.
On the day before she felt like her life of misery was going to be taken away like extinguishing a fire, he returned home. She was rescued and she rejoiced at the newest change in her life – as he had taken an oath of ‘not-going-to-leave-you-again’ to her as if she was the queen of his.

She held covetous stares on him, as though she’s saying ‘Don’t leave me’. Unforeseen by her, he agreed.

She soon knew that the relationship would become less easy once he was going to be lumbered with his endless responsibilities. She had an awful feeling and was afraid of any dreadful news that might be received like a letter delivered by a mailman who would never have done any mistakes. She was contemplating having a talk with him. She should, indeed, she knew that.
She was too ordinary to resist the lure of happiness. And he was her happiness…

P/S: My examination is on today, I have to leave her for a while.

Haunted 惊心动魄

I had finished reading one of the chiller series by James Herbert: Haunted yesterday and I’d found that it was really one of the most bloodcurdling ghost-stories I had ever read. Anyway, I liked the citation used by the author to begin his frightening story, viz.

In memory of George Gooding – rascal…

Okay, until here I think I have done a ghastly mistake which made me feel very awkward, the citation is absolutely not from this page, it’s in another page. =,=”. Perhaps I was inattentive while scribbling this post. In fact, it should be:

To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden

The quotation seems unintelligible to most of the people, however, it has actually made an emphatic and a very brief summary about the whole story that the author would wish to bring out to his enthusiastic readers.

It was a story beginning with a protagonist given a name David Ash.
The prelude of the story related to me in regards to David, who was still a boy of not more than eight years old saw his dead sister, lying in her coffin grinned up at him and tried to reach him with her lifeless hands. And the dreadful feeling I was having at that moment was suddenly interrupted as though someone had used a zapper to change my favorite channel away.

The story was then articulated with another part which narrated to its readers about David, who was presently in his thirties, had a paramount property that he strongly disapprove of folks’ belief in paranormal things and their existence. Look at some of his words when he was in case and you would know what his thoughts were about, pertaining to supernatural things.

“There would be a psychic link only existing between your four and whatever’s taking place.”
“Your minds are like some kind of radio receiver, you as the occupants of this house, may be tuned in to somebody else’ transmission.”
“I am looking for some kind of phenomenon and I gather it takes the shape of a ghost.”

He was soon given an opportunity to go through a case (probably another route leading to a new life for him, this was what my viewpoint, anyway); in other words, he was hired by an old lady, Mrs. Webb, who was about sixty-something, to help her with her 'haunting' problem in her dwelling, Edbrook.

In the story, James Herbert put in four more characters inside to make the story more absorbing, viz. Christina, Robert, Simon and also their dog, Seeker, of which David was afraid.

The story was like a mealy-mouthed narrator as it never wanted to reveal any of the real and hidden parts of it, which James had actually attempted to bring out as what he had did at the beginning with the aforesaid quotation.

In the middle of the story, James was forced or rather deceived to encounter some shuddering and obviously abnormal incidences, which, as a matter of fact wanted to tell David that what he had been contemplating to disagree with the existence of ghosts were not correct.
James tried to make the story an interesting one by giving the protagonist an affliction of stubborn steak, but anyway those incidences had some sort of influence over David’s thoughts and in the meantime, putting him in a flutter. And David had to pretend he was unperturbed by the very horrible experiences he had when he was in Edbrook.

At the end, the story ended in an unexpected way. The author inhumanely gave a fact to David that what he had seen during his three nights in an investigation to a haunting was not real. He was the only victim of horrifying and maleficent game. Robert, Simon and Christina were not real figures though their seemingly unceasing appearance in the storyline – the only with David in Edbrook was only the children’s aunt or rather nanny – Mrs. Webb.

“You saw and talked with no living thing. We were alone in the house, Mr. Ash, just you and I. But not really alone, Robert, Simon and Christina were with us, but not as living people. Seeker too – its poor innocent soul is so confused.”

“He could not help but read the names as they were slowly unveiled:

Beloved children

Robert (1919-1949)
Simon (1923-1949)
Christina (1929-1949)

The most blood-chilling part was when he saw his sister, Juliet…

It was a nice story and in terms of its horrifying index, I would give 80 %.
I admitted it had really scared me off a little after I had finished. =D

My MSSP 돈을 아끼고…

MSSP stands for My Scrimping and Saving Program. Cool, isn’t it?
I am actually given roughly RM 500 per month, comprising my own allowance by my sponsor and also some pocket money from my grandma and my mum.
A compelling reason has latterly made me start my MSSP. I am not sure whether or not my bloggie passengers have noticed one of my sections: 'Am I reading?' (Just changed the name, formerly Bookworms), the fiction books being read are getting more and more lately.
I don’t know why but admittedly, I have just fallen in love with books.

I am not completely a realist though, but I know that if I really wish to read a lot, I need to buy myself those pricey yet entertaining fictions. It would not be pleasant to my avid-reader friends to lend their books to me all the way.

MSSP, besides permitting me to cut on my daily expenditure on food and daily stuffs, which could not be so useful yet I still want to keep them in my collection, but also gladdening my heart as I will have acquired new books without having to fill myself with dismay (for I am a not-so-austere cheapskate =_=”).

By the way, I have an antipathy towards poetic and historical books. +_+

Cheers!

Fight-less Bird, American Mouth, by Iron & Wine 놀라운 성취! ¡Está Maravilloso!

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair I cut
my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill, stuck going down

I first heard this song through the film – Twilight and the beat was seemingly a perfect match for the ending scene. I liked it very much, thereby trying to seek for it. Repeatedly, I listened to it and tried to understand the meaning of the song in the meantime to further examine whether this song really suited the romantic coda of the film.

Perhaps, I was not a native English speaker, I heard that the band was mumbling words or terms like ‘quick wet boy’, ‘fat house cat’ but couldn’t really make a correlation between this song and the scene. To me, the song seemed to have no connection with the scene and the lyrics obviously did not make any sense the first time I read.

I was not sure about whether there were any websites for interpreting or translating the lyrics of a song into a simple and comprehensible version, so I went on to seek my fortune.
My search results truly astounded me as I saw many film-lovers were trying to know about the meaning of the songs as well and the evidence was given by considerable number of posts, all were in connection with their hunger or thirst for the song’s meaning.

I scrolled down the page to read the remaining posts. In my mind, there could be somebody had already known the meaning and had been keen to share with us.
Among the posts, I saw some sort of posts like this:

I hate how people always connect this song to the movie twilight, when they
should be connecting twilight to the song. The movie doesn’t make the song
better, but the other way around. I have never seen the movie and haven’t read
any of the books; this song is amazing on its own. When I first saw the trailer
for twilight i was like "oh c’mon another vampire movie, I just know its gonna
bomb at the box office," the only reason it did good was because of the
teenagers who were fans of the books. The plot doesn’t really appeal to me so
I’m not interested in watching the movie or reading any of the books. This song
and band is amazing and I will continue to listen to them. - Anonymous

I had some kind of agreement with the statement this ‘anonym’ had made on 23rd of December; particularly, we shouldn’t relate the song really to the film actually. Thee song is really amazing of its own. Its ‘misty’ meaning really made the song a worthier one of listening.
Trust me, take what you feel when listening to the song and put it into the lyrics, you would smile and it makes you have a nice feeling.

From answer.yahoo.com,

As people would always say about the time when one is still a child: a child is
everything that is new and great. Changes will happen when his or her life and
reality have found him or her.
A boy who had been enjoying life once he was
small had found out that things happened like betrayal, anger and jealousy when
getting elder and elder. All these have made him contemplate finding the former
happiness again like what he had when he was little.

A marvelous song, isn’t it? = ^..^ =