With This We Depart

We are actually aware of the chances
We know the consequences
But still we say
'Give it a shot, why not?'.

And now the time is here
The time for you to go away, my dear
'C'est la vie, ma cherie'
(That's live my love)
'There will be sadness, merriment and laughter"
'We laughed and now the rollercoaster is here'
'Bringing our tale to a definite swirl'
'Making it as if an old love story of yesteryear'.

It was definitely the greatest of times
With a lump in my throat, I had to admit
Guess we are a little bit too late
Maybe more than a bit.

We are very driven
Both of us
I know it's for your own good
But I'm actually wishing it just to be a little bit longer
I know you are reaching for the stars
I'll always be your most mammoth supporter.

I refuse to gaze at the stars with you
Not because I think it's mushy
But when you go and I'm alone
I'll be looking at the stars
Remembering and missing only you
There will be scars;
There will be lots of it.

I refuse to watch romantic flicks not because it's boring
But when you go and I'm alone
The tears the memories will bring
And only time will tell;
The tears will be full in my eyes well.

Goodbye
Make us proud with the PhD scroll
Goodbye
And send us pictures of you hitting your golf ball
Goodbye
(I said, looking at the picture on my cell phone)
Goodbye
(And remembering the times we get old)


I'm saying that not because I hate you
Because I hate myself binding you
Roam the world
Reach for the stars
When you meet someone
Don't wander so far.

With this we depart
Both of us can have back our hearts.

I must have been expecting too much from his writing. It started off quite good with the Claymore (a Eurasian who dabbled with black magic) but it got pretty bland after that. Maybe because I was looking for originality as I see it in Amir Hafizi's Susuk.

It started out in Malaya, post Independence where there is a shaman and his nephew who is working for the government. Women started disappearing and Alihudin, the shaman, was summoned by Clive who was looking for Jessica. Clive believes that Claymore has to do with Jessica's disappearance.

From this point onwards, readers were transferred to Australia to meet the characters over there. Despite the fact that it's great to see some fusion, I ended being in confusion. The Ouija boards, the summoning and all, it somehow got me lost somewhere.

IMHO, the punch was not there. The story was too everywhere. Where Claymore dabbled in dark magic was not revealed (which for me is a very important source). And it became pretty cartoony in the end, which is so uncool. It must be me but somehow I think it's losing something.

Tunku Halim writes the book using very nice vocabulary and all and it is, I have to say, very descriptive. The way he described how Claymore killed the victims are very gory and yeah, I have flashes of the images in my mind (and still having it now). But I got lost somewhere and some parts were not even supposed to be there (can't spoil it for anyone).

It started very good and towards the very end, I don't really feel it ended up very well. But hey, who am I to criticise him right?

If I have bought it for lesser, it might have been worth. And I can't upload the picture sorry.

On another note:

'Why do you write about love so much?'
Quipped a voice
In the middle of an owl's hoot.

Because it's universal
It can be about a cat
A caterpillar
A country
Or even a hat.

'Why is it important?'

Because it's here
It's there
It's everywhere.

She imagined him
With those eyes with pure cheekines
To still be staring
Still questioning.

Love is not all about
'I like you,
You like me,
Let's wrap this up and be married'
It's..

'But I like that one
I want to just wrap it all up'

Huh?

You and me
Just be married and happy.

And she blushed again
With a strangely, sicky kind of grin.

Ten
Neuf
Sepuluh
Ten years of knowing you.

How time flies
Of course
We barely uttered two lines in school
But fate meddled and here we are again
Ten years post-Kuala Selangor Science Secondary School
Thanks for the friendship, friend.

Happy birthday, Jo
I know it's a bit too late
Happy birthday, Jojot
But who says everything is too late
Happy birthday, jejaka berambut megi
A merry, happy one past the exact date.

There's always a first time, Jo
Remember that
This is just a small token of our appreciation
As small as a delicious kurma/ date.

One is deemed to be happy
One must be appreciated
One shall not have to sacrifice it all
And let his or her life scattered.

So
With this
I hope you'll have many, many happy days ahead
Of course
Waaaaay past the due date.

I'm a teeny-wheeny bit furious (apart from being so bloody happy for Germny's victory). So, it seems that it's my fault again for playing along with the jokes, teases and stuff. It's not like I started doing it yesterday. It goes back way way...let me see, more than ten years?

Ah, but why should people care? If I have to be part of their entertainment, I guess I have to just learn to ignore.

And sorry my dear Elle, I think that whatever I don't know won't hurt me. And I'm so not going to find out on the thing that you said. Whichever part that was. Ha-di-ha.

On a merrier note, O-M-G azurin. Do you know that you are so effing funny? And did I tell you that the guy arranging the books in MPH had to go somewhere to laugh when he overheard us talking on the phone (I didn't realise he was there). I mean, I literally cried hearing you cracking jokes.

So my dear, I believe someone sent you an invite to KLCC this weekend. For the PostGraduate Fair Asia.
Venue: KLCC
Opening hours: 12-6 pm
Admission: Free

Buzz us if you want to go alrite?

I'm tired of telling 'No there was nothing there'
I know I'm stubborn beyond words
But I'm not in denial
This I'm sure.

I know I shouldn't cave in
But I have nothing in this whole wide world,
Just privacy
And I guard it like my life,
Or like my Padalecki,
Have I sinned for doing that?
Now you tell me.

I hope this is not the end
(Monsieur A, don't smirk!)
And be very merry happy people.
Make sure you do.

Good if you don't understand this
Because I never understood your jealousy;
Your questions about us;
Your assumptions about us;
The rumour flying around about us;
Je ne comprend pas.

I'm just effing, frigging tired...