Need a break

If you ask me what I wanted the most at this tender moment, I would confidently yell "I wanted to be home!" I hardly see any purpose being in a place that is completely lacking and devoid of love, compassion and wit and filled with only hatred, slanders, sinisters, grudges and anger...
Why must those troubled souls be untouched by embodiment of emotional maturity? Why must those wrecked entities drag along others into their gloomy and sullen world? I need to free my tainted soul. I am in real, tangible need to liberate myself from this unproductive and soiled ground.
I am so pleased that I am blessed with a bunch of friends whom are there to ensure that I could still crawl to the next day. Otherwise, I would hardly make it to the next sunrise. Or perhaps, I would manage to only witness the sunset without those beautiful and warm hearts.
In not more than a week, home will I be. My only hope is, when I come back here next semester, those souls that have gone nuts would not be disturbing me anymore. Not anymore!! I want to be blanketed by peace and wrapped myself with tranquility. No more reeling heartaches and headaches. That IS all I WANT!

It's Nov the 4th!! Today is the day!!!

Modelling has always been my dream

How different would my life be if my faces are everywhere on the major billboards or any other large advertising structure? How would it be liked to be super famous and super rich? How would it be like to have your photo taken every single second?
Actually, modelling has always been my dream. But, I don't have what it needs to become one. Hmmm... Anyway, enjoy those photos.. Thanks to Photofunia..

Aba, Happy 49th Birthday!!!!!

Piput, I know that your special day is tomorrow!! But, I am just too excited that I cant wait to write you a special entry on your special day. You may doubt me.. I mean, u may think that I have forgotten your actual birth date.. Ok. It is on 4th Nov 1960.. See, I do not forget your birthday.. Hahaha..

Piput, my world would definitely be bleak if I didn't have you; to walk just a little ahead; to show me all the turns in the road so that I am rightly led. I am very thankful and I always feel blessed for this irreplacable gift of God.

Thank you Piput for never being tired to guide me until this very moment. You make our physical detachment bearable because you make it a must to call each day without fail. You make me the luckiest son ever! I am indeed grateful for what I have now because it is all from you and of course mummy dearie..

Piput, hehehe.. Happy 49th Birthday. I pray that you are greatly showered with immense health and great happiness.. I pray that nothing shall taint your path. Lord Almighty, bless Moses anak Entiri with abundant love and joy!

Piput, this poem is beautifuly written by Joan Clifton Costner. Though it is not written by me, but, each word significantly meant for you, Piput and with some alteration made... hehe..

A poem specially dedicated to you Aba!!

What if I never sang a song
That my Daddy had taught to me?
What if no one was there to teach
What I've learned about at your knee?

What if you never made me laugh
Or wrestled me in the floor?
What if I never watched the stars
With a Daddy I adore?

Take me along, dear Daddy.
For, I watch every step you take.
I try to follow your footsteps.
So, make them plain, for my sake.

No wonder my Mommy loves you.
You're the apple of her eye!
And, I see you looking at Mommy -
Like you won the world's greatest prize!

I thank God every night for you, Daddy.
I'm the luckiest son in the land.
For I know that you practice, in earnest,
The life of a Godly man.

When I say my prayers, dear Daddy,
I always ask Jesus to bless
My Daddy, my helper, my hero ...
Who always knows what is best.

I'd like to thank you, dear Daddy.
I'd like the whole world to know
You're the best Dad a son can come home for.
Dear Daddy, I love you more than I did yesterday.

One day I'll have a family, dear Daddy;
Might have a child like me.
And because of your ways, dear Daddy,
I'll be the best I can be.

So, teach me your ways, dear Daddy.
Teach me the Savior's love.
Let's walk hand in hand, dear Daddy,
Toward that wonderful land above.

Untitled Poem

This poem is written from the bottom of my broken heart. It is written to a friend. I am not entirely sure whether we are friends still. It is in fact hard to maintain a friendship without much obstacles. Maybe this is our destiny. Maybe we have reached the end. And if this is how it ends, indeed it is a tragic ending. I don't want to wave you goodbye yet but seemingly, you are drifting yourself miles apart. I hope that you got to read this because this poem is written to you, to only you!

I was with you throughout the battering heat of the sun,

Maybe was not long enough to make it with you through the drought,

Now that you have others to survive the draught with that I am forgotten.

I was there with you when it was frantically raining

Maybe not long enough to be with you in the raging storm

Now that you have others to fight the storm with that I am forgotten,

I was with you from dawn to dusk,

I was not there to only sing you a lullaby,

Now when you are comfortably sleeping

Only those who sing you the lullaby are remembered.

I was with you from the very beginning but in the end

I am forgotten

Maybe I was not with you long enough until I am now forgotten.