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Vagrant Life - Happy Land

2009-06-10T01:46:00.000-07:00

The Vagrant - finds himself...in a strange land...colorful...noisy...noisy colors...clashing colors...colors fighting each other...vying to be the brightest...at once...he knew...

he did not belong...

his worn out leather duster wrapped tight against his shivering body...the boots that cover his sore feet felt heavy...gets heavier with each step...with a sigh...he walks towards the town...the bright town...the colorful town...hopes he makes it through...

his yellow...sun burned eyes...focused on the ground...the path that lay ahead of him...ignoring the flashes of light and noise and glimpses of people and the colors that pass him by...focus...focus...

laughter...so sweet...so innocent...so evil...GO AWAY!!...focus...focus...

people start to notice...not many...but notice they do...a lone stranger...shaded in grey...contrasting the brightness and the colorful lights of their pretty town...every step he takes...a shadow falls...falls on people...falls on buildings...plants...lights...the shadow falls and keeps falling as he makes his way to the exit...where his shadow fall...people caught his sickness...his disease...plants died...buildings rot...lights go out...some even burst...such was his condition...

i MUST leave...thought the vagrant...if he stayed...more people...plants...life...will be hurt...focus...focus...

his hands...covered with dust...trembles against the cold...freezing wind...but it offered him comfort...he managed to make it to the exit...

resting his palm against the wooden pillar of the exit from Happy Land...he noticed...the wood started to rot under his touch...the vagrant pulled his hand away...too late...too late...the pillar is no more...it broke in two...and fell to the ground...now covered with ash...with a loud crash...and it broke...broke into pieces...useless now...

he turned around...daring a look at the colors and lights and laughter and noise...and he saw...he saw...that the town is no more...its now dark...the lights now dim...laughter faded...noise turned into silence...

the people...and plants...the plants...everything...turning into ash and dust...his sickness...ash and dust...sick...ash...sick...dust...

im sorry...

he wanders on...

blog.mnrchii.com/buddy

2009-06-09T10:04:00.000-07:00

go hv a look...shuld b a gd way to cure boredom...

sigh...

2009-06-09T07:11:00.000-07:00

I'd gladly make myself unhappy so the rest of the world can be happy...

but not before i say fuck you all...

Vagrant Life - The Return

2009-06-07T11:36:00.000-07:00

The Vagrant - a silhouette appears in a raging sandstorm...his feet crushing the sand beneath him...his breath alone stops the sand from ever reaching his face...his heart is frozen solid in the scorching desert heat...his yellow eyes glowing with hatred...his hands tremble with immense anger...his furious strides leaves a wake of ash among the sands...he hath returned with vengeance in him...

the storm passes...

light touches his body...

he stops...

his body trembles...

his hat drops to the ground beside him...

the Vagrant collapsed to his knees...

his body shudders...

a flare of light bounces of a liquid crawling down his face...

he cries alone...

he breaks down...his body seems to give way...

curling up into a fetal position...tears burned through the sand...

silently...

Life Is Beautiful part ll

2009-06-04T13:08:00.000-07:00

still on the clouds...where no poison can reach...

wish i could be in your dreams...so i could chase you tirelessly...is that normal?

i would take you to a place where...there would be endless food...is that logical?

right now...just wishing i could tell you how much i miss you...is that practical? huh?!

i'd like to go...

don't really need a reason...

or meanings...

i'm not even sure what for...

but i'm sure...

that i would enjoy being with you...

and then?

guess we just leave it to fate...

cheers...

Life Is Beautiful...

2009-06-04T07:47:00.000-07:00

aaah...at last...autumn? or is it spring? is here...sakura leaves are all around me...happiness smiles at me again...after making a long disappearing act...i miss u happiness...thanks!!!

p.s. im with a lovely person right now...she doesn't know it yet...but i am so checking her out...sigh...what a sight...

Before & After

2009-06-03T14:02:00.000-07:00

Before & After a short film by Aidyl Abadi.

just passed the treatment stage...will start working on the scripting stage tomoro...finally...sumtin i can b proud of...

stoopeed part lll

2009-06-03T07:50:00.000-07:00

now at sunway pyramid...even more stoopeed...having another round of drinks wit diff set of frns...haihhhh....need inspiration....wer r u my inspirationnnnn.......

p.s. the wifi connection here is horrendous......fckin slow shit....

stoopeed part ll

2009-06-03T05:57:00.000-07:00

at vintry...having a drink with my best mate...bodoh kan?[stupid rite?]...i noe no one is gonna read this but im still writing...feel like an idiot now...wtf...

why do people drink? or why dont people drink? is it to escape? or just nak join in the fun? am i going to hell for drinking? dunno...will let u know if im there...

still feeling stoopeed for writing when no ones reading...feels like an open diary or sumtin...haizzz...

help help...

stoopeed

2009-06-03T02:49:00.001-07:00

dunno why i bother writing...bukannyer ader org baca pon[its not like anyone reads it]...what is a film if there is no audience...what is a written work if no one reads it? its just a masturbatory piece la thts wut it is...stupid...

Vagrant Life - The RANT

2009-06-01T12:10:00.000-07:00

The Vagrant - unable to control his anger...he picks up the nearest item...an old clock...didnt even realize what it is made of...flings it to the wall in front of him...it breaks into pieces...theres even a dent on the wall...seeing the broken pieces of the clock reminded him of something recent...but distant...he almost forgot about the event...but was reminded of it...arghhHH!!!!he flings his legs outward and 'coincidentally' hits a piece of furniture...again...without realizing what it was....it turned out to be a chair...the chair flew across the room...in his minds eye he sees it struggle to hold momentum to cross the room to reach the other side...it flies in slow-mo...SMACK...falls, breaks, shatters to its death...stupid stupid stupid....an object in the corner of his eye caught his attention...it practically gleams in the dark room...an aluminum baseball bat...[cliche huh]...he goes over...picks it up...feel its weight in his hands...the cool surface burning under his intense rage...he grips the handle till his knuckles turn white...blood stops flowing to his hands and instead went to his hot head...boiling...ARRHhHHhGGGGhhhHHHHHHHHHH...PRANGGGG...an antique cupboard full of china[god knows where they came from]shatters into a million pieces...his face reflected in the falling pieces of glass and silverware...he kept on bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing[i did not cut and paste this part...] and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing....hah hahhh huhhhh fuuhhhhh...sweat sizzles of his skin...if this was an anime you could see red flames bursting out of his body....tired from all the bashing and kicking and stomping and punching and slashing...ok there was no slashing...he sits down on the floor...fell on his back...and stared at the ceiling...

fuck u...i hate this shit...

Vagrant Life - The Love Note

2009-06-01T03:20:00.000-07:00

The Vagrant - arrives at another stop sooner than he usually expects...if he expects anything at all...recent encounters with weird characters allow some room for him to rest...

he opens the door and enters the dodgy, dingy, stinky Inn Louvre building...the peasants sitting around the waiting area payed no attention to him...he payed them no attention back...the reception area is empty...several porno magazines were unsuccessfully hidden under some newspapers... he stamped his index finger on the dirty bell...it didnt make any sound...impatient to pour out his thoughts on a scrap of paper he leaned over the counter..grabbed the keys to room number 7...signed in his name...The Vagrant...left some money...took an empty soda bottle...planted it on top of the money so the wind couldnt steal it...[exit frame to leave the lingering camera looking at the peasants minding their own stage business]

looking at the old, rotting, moss ridden door to room 7...he hesitates...he seems to recall a familiar sensation...the sensation where the wind blows in between your thighs and made u shudder...he could just turn around and leave...like he usually opts to...instead of stepping in there...where he does not know where it leads...down eternal peace or unending suffering...he placed a tired hand against his chest...his glass heart still beats...slightly faster than usual...it could be that he is nervous...or it might just be the walk up the stairs...his physique is not what it used to be...nor his mind...less fit and less sharp...he is vulnerable...choices choices choices...

breathing out a familiar sigh he reached for the door knob...

a bed made of several cushions strategically placed together and a cloth to cover it up will be his resting place till the moon fades...a table with a broken leg will be his companion for the night...

he hangs his worn out black leather duster...pours himself some bourbon...took a whiff...aah the smell...downs it...pours himself another...downs it...pours himself a double...downs it...pours himself a double...and walked towards the the table...took out his trusty, dusty, rusty pen...took out something wrapped in torn rags...unwrapped it...its his journal...he rifled through the pages...found an empty page...

A Love Note

Destination...faraway...

he lights up a candle...its life already burned half way through...his thoughts lingered on the candle for a bit...distracted by it...breathes out a sigh and turned his blurry focus on his journal once again...

Dear ...

I've wandered through many a land...tho not as many as i would have preferred...but journeyed i have...i have seen dark pits where even a strand of light struggle to shine through...touched a rock that lay at the bottom of a well in the land of Sorrow...seen what seemed to be the wings of a beautiful feathery angel but what was actually the thorns on a demon hell bent on destruction...i have visited various places and people...where i have been shunned and praised and shunned all over again just to be praised by the same people all over again...i would prefer to GO to a place where there is no REASON...no point to being there other then just to be there for the sake of being there...through all these mistakes i have made...and continue to make...it seems that i am still going to make another one...or have i already made it? sometimes i just dont care...i could care less about the amount of money other people make at the expense of others...or about the dragon that is an idiot and who is known as an idiot but still people find him to be anything other than an idiot...so does it make the dragon an idiot or are the people who worship him that are idiots? or am i the idiot? ok sorry...i got a bit sidetracked there...the point im trying to convey to you on this scrap of worn out paper is that...in spite of all of my previous experience...i have been captivated by your magik...subdued completely by the mystery that surrounds you...i know i am courting a world of trouble by just looking at u in a certain light...but...i dont care...i want to look...i want to see...i want to unravel...your mystery...your charm...everything about you until i myself am engulfed in your magik...take me faraway...away to wherever you desire...

yours truly...

The Vagrant

a strong gust of wind punched out the weak candle light and turned what was a dim room...into eternal darkness...

Vagrant Life...

2009-06-01T01:04:00.000-07:00

The Vagrant - decided to stop at a bar called Time to Work...found a quiet seat in a corner...took out his trusty, dusty, rusty pen...took out something wrapped in torn rags...unwrapped it...its his journal...he rifled through the pages...some dust puffed up into the air...dancing in joy as if its finally free from imprisonment...he jabbed the uneven surface of the paper with the inky pen tip...the black ink transferred to the white surface and created an outward effect that started to drip down...making the page look like it is crying...

realizing that his mind drifted away to faraway...he snaps back to reality and immediately regretted it...he glanced at his full glass...which was actually a shot glass...and downed his mixed cocktail of Sorrow...

his fingers ran across the cool, damp wooden surface of the table and found the cap the trusty, dusty, rusty pen of his...he put away his pen...wrapped up his book...left some money on the table...slammed the shot glass on the money so the wind would not steal it...gave a look to the curvaceous vivacious delicious bartender but his look was not returned...rather it was ignored as there was a bar stool-ed customer that was more generous than him...

he lifted his heavy leather boots that covered his sore feet and walked out of Time to Work...he never once looked back as he walked towards the setting sun...the expression of his face gladly welcoming the arrival of moonlight...

all he managed to do while wandering today...was make a teardrop...