Far (part 1)

Ben-Garth jabbed me in the ribs, disrupting my day-dreaming.

"What's with that look?" he asked.

"What look?"

"What look you ask?" he asked slightly annoyed at my pretending.

I shrugged.

"You know what I mean."

I sighed.

He sighed too.

"Listen Asheroth, you've gotta get yourself together. You're the one who's been stressing on how important it is to stay focussed, not to let personal matters get in the way of business," said Ben-Garth.

My chest felt heavy. Not again. No.

"If you won't talk about it, then fine. But, you must come with me," he continued.

I looked at my old friend's face. He offered his hand, and I took it. He promptly pulled me to my feet. He gave me a slap on my back and rested his arm around my shoulder as we walked towards the town.

My head was blank, my mind was blank. Blank.

Don't. Want. To. Think.

I walked absent-mindedly with Ben-Garth guiding me through the town streets.

"Here we are - The Red Tavern," he said after we walked for a while.

The Red Tavern. Old memories. Lots of ale, lots of fights. And lots of nights with whores in the upper floor of this tavern. Ben-Garth feeling nostalgic tonight?

We stepped into the tavern and Reuben, the owner who was also our close friend, bellowed a greeting. He waved us over, and we went to sit at counter.

"Ho, how long has it been, fellas?" said Reuben in his deep, growling voice. He gave a wide grin.

Ben-Garth whispered something into Reuben's ears and his facial expression changed.

"Oh..." said Reuben, his face showing apprehension. "I'll see what I can do."

Reuben placed two tankards of his best ale on the counter as he called for Camelia, one of his servants. Something fishy was going on, and I had a feeling that I was going to be the centre of all the soon to come hoo-ha. I cautiously sipped on my ale. It didn't smell or taste wrong, so I downed the whole mug. Something inside my head told me that I had just done something very unwise.

"Yes, Master Reuben?" asked Camelia as she appeared from the stairs.

Reuben winked and pointed a finger at me.

Wait, something's wrong....???

"Help me bring him upstairs," said Reuben. Ben-Garth put my right arm over his shoulders as Reuben took my left arm.

Why am I not fighting? What's happening? Blast, so they did drug me.

They brought me up the stairs then into a dim candle-lit room with no windows. I could smell flowers - jasmine, rose, daisy. Then they let me lie on the soft, comfortable bed. I watched the men exiting the room, leaving Camelia. She looked at me as she locked the door.

I tried to get up, suddenly realising what they're planning. Oh, so sweet of them. NOT.

"Please mi'lord," said Camelia in a soft, seductive voice as she tiptoed towards me. "Let me do my work."

"No," I began to retort. "I.. thrink yoush.."

What? Curses, the drug's effects.... I was a blabbering old man sitting on the edge of a bed, with a young nubile girl who was about to make love to me without my consent. Or perhaps the drug's aphrodisiac effect will kick in soon, and the act could no longer be considered rape.


Camelia slowly loosed her gown. "I can help you forget the pain... if you just let me..."


I closed my eyes. My mind was on fire - I can't focus. Damned drug. Neurons firing random impulses. Random sensations at random places. Random images flashing in my eyes. Random random random.

Relax. Gather energy.

Camelia was totally nude in front of me now. Her body was lithe, lovely. Her breasts, her hips, her legs, it seemed like she was glowing. She kissed my lips gently, and her hand was slowly encouraging my manhood.

Relax. Gather energy.

She climbed onto my lap, and pressed her soft breasts against my face. Her hand was still exciting my manhood, and I felt myself hardening.

Gather. Gather. Gather..... GATHER!

She pushed my chest and I fell. My body landed on the soft bed. She undressed me.

I felt my body tingling. Starting to loose control. Damn it, I want that girl!


No, I must not loose it. Just a bit more energy....

Camelia was kissing me everywhere, moaning softly. I was getting pretty excited. It felt good. The drug must have enhanced my senses. Her butterfly lips on my chest, slowly moving towards my belly. She was going lower and lower...


Gather. Gather. Release!

BIND!

I managed to cast the spell! Camelia screamed as an invisible force pushed her away roughly. Invisible cords gripped her arms and legs, rendering her unable to move, and unable to continue her "work". I heaved a sigh of relief, and I was sweating from the effort. I passed out just as I saw Reuben and Ben-Garth coming through the door.

Faust, Midas, And Myself

This one's about a dream
I had last night
How an old man tracked me home
And stepped inside
Put his foot inside the door
And gave a crooked smile
Something in his eyes
Something in his laugh
Something in his voice
That made my skin crawl off

Said I've seen you before
I know your name
How you can have your pick
Of pretty things
You could have it all
Everything at once
Everything you've seen
Everything you need
Everything you've ever had in fantasies

You've one life
You've one life
One life left to lead

I woke up from my dream
As a golden man
With a girl I've never seen
With golden skin
I jumped to my feet
She asked me what was wrong
I began to scream
I don't think this is me
Is this just a dream
Or really happening?

You've one life
You've one life
One life left to lead

What direction?
What direction?
I'm splitting up!
I'm splitting up!
This is my personal disaffection

What direction?
What direction?
What direction now?

I looked outside the glass
At golden shores
Golden ships and golden masts
With golden cords
As my reflection passed
I hated what I saw
The golden eyes were dead
A thought passed through my head
A heart's that's made of gold can't really beat at all

I wanted to wake up again
I wanted to wake up again
Without a touch of gold
Without a touch of gold

What direction?
What direction?
What direction?
What direction?
Life begins at the intersection
What direction?
What direction?

I woke up as before
But the gold was gone
My wife was at the door
With a night robe on
My heart beat once or twice
And life flooded my veins
Everything had changed
My lungs have found their voice
And what was once routine
Was now the perfect joy

You've one life
You've one life
One life left to lead


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Yet another song by Switchfoot - "Faust, Midas, And Myself" from their album Oh! Gravity.

First kiss

Dark night.

The small, crescent moon gives forth a gentle glow, spilling dim light onto our faces.


She smiles softly as we finally reach her doorstep.


"Goodnight," I whisper.

I take one step backwards.


"I want to hug you..." she whispers back.


She surges forward and clutches me in her arms.

She holds me so tightly, just like how she holds my hand so tightly when we walk, I think.


She lets go, to look at my face, and then leans forward and our lips touch. Gently, gently she kissed me. I could feel her dry, cracked lips, meeting with my soft lips.


"I love you. Goodnight..."

***

I awaken with a sudden sense of alarm. I find myself in my bedroom.

Dark. Soundless.


Alone.


Damn, I was dreaming.

I closed my eyes again, and slowly I drifted back into sleep with a sense of hope.

American Dream

When success is equated with excess
The ambition for excess wrecks us
As top of the mind becomes the bottom line
When success is equated with excess

If your time ain't been nothing for money
I start to feel really bad for you, honey
Maybe honey, put your money where your mouth's been running
If your time ain't been nothing but money

I want out of this machine
It doesn't feel like freedom

This ain't my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I'm tired of fighting for just me
This ain't my American dream

When success is equated with excess
When we're fighting for the Beamer, the Lexus
As the heart and soul breath in the company goals
Where success is equated with excess

'Cause baby's always talkin' 'bout a ring
And talk has always been the cheapest thing
Is it true would you do what I want you to
If I show up with the right amount of bling?

Like a puppet on a monetary string
Maybe we've been caught singing
Red, white, blue, and green
But that ain't my America,
That ain't my American dream




-American Dream, by Switchfoot from their Oh! Gravity album

Dawn

The blackness, the darkness
The gloom, it looms
It comes upon me
It swallows up the air
It swallows up the day

In the shadows, I sit
I ponder and I wonder
Holding the broken pieces
Clutching these shattered pieces
Asking what is missing
From the life I'm living

But as I light this candle
As I rekindle this flame
A tiny little spark
Brighter than the outside dark
I'll hold on
Until
All melts away
Until sunshine comes again
Until You're all that's left behind

The blackness, the darkness
The gloom, it looms
As it comes, on me it comes upon
I shall wait and I shall wait
For You to bring the dawn.

Let's grow old together

*not an Edenia-related post


Sometimes when you open the Google homepage, the word "Google" is displayed in interesting and creative ways. Especially during festive seasons and so on.

This was how it looked like on Valentine's Day:


Since I didn't have Photoshop, I tried something with Paint instead. Actually I wanted to copy the picture above.

But this came out instead.

I showed it to my girlfriend.

Me: "Haiya.. tak jadi ler..."
She: "NO!!! JADI JADI!! xD"

Crazy

It's funny how things never work out the way I want.

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Hmm


She



seems



to get pretty stressed out sometimes





or lonely perhaps.







She needs an escape




a way to feel happy, even if it's just for a while.







What does she need?



A boyfriend.









But





who











would want to be her










Boyfriend.





























Why not me?

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"You know what I told myself?" she said.

I just kept quiet.

"I can't imagine myself being with you, you're way too emotional," she said.




"But look at where we are now."














It's so crazy. Crazy. CRAZY. I don't know how else to highlight how crazy my situation is. Of course, it's crazy in a good sense.


Crazy.



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P/S Jwern, this is one of the things I wanna share with you. Can't wait for Kuching. :)