my love.

This chunk of brass
sound that resonates from within
cold and unfeeling it starts off
staring at me with such ferocity in its eyes
till we sit down
and have some time together
and over time we get to understand
each other
and over time we get to appreciate
one another

But. when you go, you leave a void within me
and yet it's good to be back with you
though i wonder for how long.

my love.

i've lost my muse

has anybody seen my muse
it's missing, so i deduce
it vanished over time
without no reason, without no rhyme

Short Story Part 1

Smoothing his coat, he strode into the concert hall, exuding elegance and poise. To the public eye, he appeared well-mannered and full of grace. Those in his inner circle, only on condition of anonymity, speak of his haughtiness and narcissistic pride.

With a swift nod to the usher, he made his way to his seat, sat down and observed those seated near him. While he appeared calm and composed, his mind reeled at the total lack of adhering to dress codes for art performances.

"These young kids in their shirts and berms and flip-flops! Do they think they're going to the beach?", he scorned inwardly. "And that male in his early twenties seated in the corner! Surely it doesn't take a lot of effort to style his hair or at the very least comb it to a certain degree. And that girl seated three seats on the left! That plunging neckline coupled with that skirt way above the knee. Was that what she wore a couple of years back, or perhaps a hand-me-down!", he muttered to himself.

"Such a disgrace to society and utterly disrespectful to the artistes. Don't they know how to dress better? Perhaps the arts management should educate the youths on the social etiquette. After all," he thought to himself, "it was only through his donation of a million dollars that this concert hall still remained standing!"

The bell chimed thrice, the lights dimmed, and the audience quickly settled down; loud chatter dwindling to hushed whispers and then to pure blissful silence save for the occasional stifled cough or clearing of the throat.

Digital Notepad / Graphics Tablet

You're diligently jotting down notes for your math class using your tablet / laptop / ipad when the teacher draws out a sphere on the whiteboard. Oh no! Panic! Quick! Start up Photoshop to draw it out. Or maybe I should just use custom shape in Microsoft Word. Or maybe just use Paint. Oh no! The teacher erased the object and all surrounding formulas already!

With the Cyberpad by Adesso, you don't need to worry about that anymore. It's a digital notepad and graphics tablet, and handwritten notes or diagrams can be synced to your computer.

So, those cartoons you drew out of boredom in class can be quickly uploaded to your blog in the blink of an eye instead of the usual scan-and-upload method.

It'll cost you around $200. Deduct the time shaved from scanning and uploading or those frenzied moments, and it becomes priceless!


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Now.

The heat increases, as the rollers stay shut. The gentle wind rustles a few leaves on the floor, somersaulting and hovering ever so gently.

Neither a murmur at the common area, nor the usual cacophony of environment noise, as people simply lie back and relax, while others go and celebrate with relatives.

Catch up with lives,
Some genuine, others superficial.
Be nice relatives and hosts,
Some out of goodwill, others mandatory.

Perhaps I shouldn't have left your life so sudden
But, you did say you chose him.
Perhaps it's just a misunderstanding between the both of us
But, if you ever need anything, a listening ear or two,
I'm just a text away. :)

darkness

Slowly creeping into oblivion
The darkness that opens its
gaping wide mouth
The ground that tips in its favor

Darkness swarms the land
Locusts flies of every kind
Green to black, air to death,
The total decimation of the mind.

Ghouls that fly and wail and screech
Carcasses lie stripped and bare
Choking, flailing arms,
Disaster fills the air

Bluetooth

Bullets whiz past overhead, as shells exploded in the distance. The ground shook, and trees shuddered and reacted with falling leaves, as if trying to protect its own bark. Shouts of commands and morale-boosting one words like 'Go!' and 'Charge!' and 'Die!' could be heard every now and then, as men clad in green ran from tree to tree, clamored from trench to trench, survived enemy to enemy,

He moaned in orgasmic agony, his mind converting pain to pleasure. He tried to speak, but he couldn't. 'Medic!' Someone shouted and a huge towering giant lumbered over, carrying both a stretcher and a machine gun. 'Oh no!', he uttered in a rather surprisingly high pitched voice.

Blood foaming out of his mouth, a sudden stream of blood pulsated out of his body by a bullet that ricocheted. The medic swiftly tended to both his wounds as best as he can, before hailing for a heli-evac. 'This will ease the pain', the medic said and injected him with a dose of morphine, sending him to a ferris wheel of unconsciousness.

He woke up a few hours later, to find a rather artistic hole through his teeth, a reminder of the bullet he took for his buddy, and a reminder that brushing and maintaining the strength of your teeth is very important.

Due to technological advancements, and compensation from insurance, he managed to implant a free device in the empty gap in his tooth, blue in color.

Bluetooth. :)