we said goodbye,
we had our fare of fun,
but in life, everyone have to serve their time.
when it's time to go,
we look back, days at the sun,
thick and thin, we went through it all,
in our little Singapore.
confessions of the warwick
We're drinking by the tavern,
a yet again victory with my fellow mates
"My grizzly fur that brushes against the wind,
when i'm chasing down in the league,
fearless, as they claim.
but stupidity bought me nothing but shame.
The cursed concoction conjured by my brother,
only made me look unlike no other,
that missing ingredient that i seek,
the heart of a celestial being completes the trick
Trekking down from shadow isles,
the silver i'd gotten with the help of elves,
trapping down the dire wolf,
from which it fangs that i cut loose,
left the hearts of the celestial beings
my eyes was almost beaming
chasing down the child of the stars
in it's heart i would put it in my silver jar
silenced by the child and drove away,
fuming with anger and exhilarating dismay
a yet again victory with my fellow mates
"My grizzly fur that brushes against the wind,
when i'm chasing down in the league,
fearless, as they claim.
but stupidity bought me nothing but shame.
The cursed concoction conjured by my brother,
only made me look unlike no other,
that missing ingredient that i seek,
the heart of a celestial being completes the trick
Trekking down from shadow isles,
the silver i'd gotten with the help of elves,
trapping down the dire wolf,
from which it fangs that i cut loose,
left the hearts of the celestial beings
my eyes was almost beaming
chasing down the child of the stars
in it's heart i would put it in my silver jar
silenced by the child and drove away,
fuming with anger and exhilarating dismay
i clenched my fist and demanded the potion,
The Chemist looked and me and then to his unfinished concoction,
moving towards him, i'd unleash my beast from within,
grabbing the potion and taking it all in
i felt the immerse heat & fell onto the floor
i know i wasn't human anymore...
Back on my feet, after my baneful treat
I looked at the petrified chemist, sighed and retreat
As guilty i know he is, it's rage who consumed me
Silenced, just like a fleeting dream
Ready to take down anyone who stands between me,
i even took down the innocent manatee
Trackking down the heart of the beast,
There, i sharpens my claws and prepare for the feast..."
Another round please asked the Blood Hunter,
clinging beer and lowering into a whisper,
i heard, there's another celestial being in runeterra, isn't it?
amongst the table he asked
Yes said the Spirit Walker, and all hushed within
"Ao Shin.."
People Vol 3: worker bees
The worker bees in our little commune,
Everyone is just a slave for one another.
It all goes in a circle. And yet, all still bows down to the grim reaper.
when they would be sleeping 5ft under.
Volume 3: Worker Bees
A plump size lady, earphones plugged in, oblivious to the outside world as she squeeze herself into the bus every morning.
Ignoring the scorns and leers of the other people, she shove her enormous self up into the bus, whilst eyes glued into her minature tv holding by her giant hands.
There she go, numbing herself for months. She know she wasn't born pretty and she'd already learn to numb herself in many ways since young,
no thaunts and leers could get through her ears while she lived in her happy world.
Commiting herself to this daily routine, working in the backlines, oblivious to politics, she likes things in order, in control.
Simplicity, Single, Happy.
---
His sling bag slides lazily as he walks, newspaper held between his armpits, fingers pressing violently on the buttons of the controls as he's trying to beat his new highscore.
Who would have known his existence? He quietly sneak into a seat on the bus and just played on.
Not a social butterfly since young, he always envy those who stands out.
But never did, not when his brighter sister is in the spotlight amongst his family.
---
Hair combed back, suave, he could pass off as a model. His eyes could charmed you and guys swarm to him listening to his "bed"-time stories. He had a scandal with almost any other female in the office and the female boss loves him.
Charming eyes, narcissistic smiles, he spends most of his time in social media than work, yet it's his face that gives him credit for. His ill gotten promotion started tongues wagging behind his back, so is his crazy party life. Girls threw themselves onto him, and he threw them off after using them. After a crazy day at work, there he was, only with his solitude in his elevator on his way home.
---
He woke up on the dot everyday, preparing himself, making sure he didn't miss out anything before he hastily left the house. Why is he always late even when he set the alarm up early?
A typical JC-uni graduate, he spent most of his lives facing books, rather than talking to people.
The marks wars taught him how to go solo, and little did he realize, that socializing is just as important as studying. He would missed out every one meeting from his old friends, and confine himself in the comforts of his room, mugging aggressively, as if building stockpile for the war.
And yet as prepare he was, he was unprepared during the many interviews.
It was only one company that took him in, offering a measly 1.7k for his degree, yet he have no choice but to take it anyway. Yet he was given tons of work, and ad hoc errands.
It's always so difficult to please his boss.
Didn't father and mother say all will be well if we get good grades?
Why school didn't teach us how to please the boss?
---
Shaking her legs on a high stool whilst watching her favourite movie on funshion, you could definitely felt her annoyance in her "WHAT?" when u asked her a question. Sitting by the push cart, watching shows just so time can pass faster. With just an o level cert and an abortion experience under her belt, there's nothing much less she can do besides posting cleavage photos in her instagram. Her tribal rose tattoo engraved behind her back after her first serious boyfriend left her gave her nothing but pain. Moving on, the guys she met are all jerks, and yet she fall for the same trick, again and again, until her recent abortion.
Yet she seek comfort from the rose, strong, sturdy, protecting itself from outsiders with her little thorns.
Who would know of her stories?
---
"Bye!" He wave goodbye to his fellow cliques before departing. He just can't wait to get home to catch the latest episode of one piece. Opening his manga app the moment he's alone, he continue from where he'd left off in his manga. Working in the IT sector, he was cut off from feminine contact right after his poly days, much less in Army which comes right after that. After nicking 5 years off and working in the it sector, he faces the least human contact and only interacts with gadgets and such. His little tech buddies are much less the same and it's always talks about anime, games or the upcoming geek movies that's going to be up.
Back into his room after work, with his babe posters staring back at him, he heaved a sigh, not knowing how else to get out of his life.
---
She woke up every morning, before lazing in bed with alittle snooze boost before dragging herself out of bed. Work yet again. The women in the mirror gave her strength, when she looked at herself, dolling up, carefully planting her make up. She could easily sneak into the bunches of typical OLs, yet not one knows how hard she work everyday. Entertaining clients, entertaining bosses, putting bread on the table. It's alittle too young to be talking about money, but as the eldest of the lot, she chose to give up her uni dreams so as to gel the household.
Alone, she felt. Distant, from her boyfriend. The long relationship falter as they were worlds apart. Plunging into self sabotage, he is as just as helpless as she herself is. Like they're between a glass wall. Yet, their hands connect in between the panels, smiling to each other.
"i love you.." he whispered,
"& i always will" he said, as tears stream down his face.
her other hand clenched tightly, hating how destiny have woven.. yet, unregretful for the beautiful love.
---
the baby's cries sounded like a siren amongst the house. She woke up with a jolt, not even glacing at the clock which shows 4am before tending to the baby. It was before she know it, when her actual 5.30 alarm sounded. Her husband still sleeping soundly opened his eyes lazily before dragging his feet up. As if on auto pilot after the usual morning greetings, the couple shuffled their feet, as if in sync, with each tending to their own business, not even crossing the each other's path. This smooth transition brings them back to the dining table when they have their dinner the night before. A simple french toast with eggs, he held the bread while position himself to face the TV, when it beamed to live, showing channel news asia.
***
the door bell rings-
"here comes the baby sitter" he said as she did his tie and he tided up her clothes, & clipped her hair. They looked at each other deep in the eyes when the knocking broke off their eye contact.
It's time to wake up.
---
He closed his eyes in annoyance when he heard that familiar beep just as he drove pass the ERP. It seems like the ERP would never miss him out. He clenched tightly onto his steering wheels in frustration as he was reminded to top up his cash card by the card reader.
"top up again, how dare they?" yet he can do nothing about it.
Helpless, bounded by the income ceiling, he could no longer get out of the middle class household.
His heavy bank loan in his 4-room flat took a huge toll on him and he could not think of any practical idea than to work his ass off.
He opened his letter box, and cursed again as he draw out the usual telco bills.
The kids turned up their head to the familiar faces when they head the metal door cranked open.
Running up to her father, she exclaimed "Papa wo jin tian de ting xie na yi bai fen! ni jiang yao mai wan ju gei wo de!"
"oh, fuck me."
---
Everyone is just a slave for one another.
It all goes in a circle. And yet, all still bows down to the grim reaper.
when they would be sleeping 5ft under.
Volume 3: Worker Bees
A plump size lady, earphones plugged in, oblivious to the outside world as she squeeze herself into the bus every morning.
Ignoring the scorns and leers of the other people, she shove her enormous self up into the bus, whilst eyes glued into her minature tv holding by her giant hands.
There she go, numbing herself for months. She know she wasn't born pretty and she'd already learn to numb herself in many ways since young,
no thaunts and leers could get through her ears while she lived in her happy world.
Commiting herself to this daily routine, working in the backlines, oblivious to politics, she likes things in order, in control.
Simplicity, Single, Happy.
---
His sling bag slides lazily as he walks, newspaper held between his armpits, fingers pressing violently on the buttons of the controls as he's trying to beat his new highscore.
Who would have known his existence? He quietly sneak into a seat on the bus and just played on.
Not a social butterfly since young, he always envy those who stands out.
But never did, not when his brighter sister is in the spotlight amongst his family.
---
Hair combed back, suave, he could pass off as a model. His eyes could charmed you and guys swarm to him listening to his "bed"-time stories. He had a scandal with almost any other female in the office and the female boss loves him.
Charming eyes, narcissistic smiles, he spends most of his time in social media than work, yet it's his face that gives him credit for. His ill gotten promotion started tongues wagging behind his back, so is his crazy party life. Girls threw themselves onto him, and he threw them off after using them. After a crazy day at work, there he was, only with his solitude in his elevator on his way home.
---
He woke up on the dot everyday, preparing himself, making sure he didn't miss out anything before he hastily left the house. Why is he always late even when he set the alarm up early?
A typical JC-uni graduate, he spent most of his lives facing books, rather than talking to people.
The marks wars taught him how to go solo, and little did he realize, that socializing is just as important as studying. He would missed out every one meeting from his old friends, and confine himself in the comforts of his room, mugging aggressively, as if building stockpile for the war.
And yet as prepare he was, he was unprepared during the many interviews.
It was only one company that took him in, offering a measly 1.7k for his degree, yet he have no choice but to take it anyway. Yet he was given tons of work, and ad hoc errands.
It's always so difficult to please his boss.
Didn't father and mother say all will be well if we get good grades?
Why school didn't teach us how to please the boss?
---
Shaking her legs on a high stool whilst watching her favourite movie on funshion, you could definitely felt her annoyance in her "WHAT?" when u asked her a question. Sitting by the push cart, watching shows just so time can pass faster. With just an o level cert and an abortion experience under her belt, there's nothing much less she can do besides posting cleavage photos in her instagram. Her tribal rose tattoo engraved behind her back after her first serious boyfriend left her gave her nothing but pain. Moving on, the guys she met are all jerks, and yet she fall for the same trick, again and again, until her recent abortion.
Yet she seek comfort from the rose, strong, sturdy, protecting itself from outsiders with her little thorns.
Who would know of her stories?
---
"Bye!" He wave goodbye to his fellow cliques before departing. He just can't wait to get home to catch the latest episode of one piece. Opening his manga app the moment he's alone, he continue from where he'd left off in his manga. Working in the IT sector, he was cut off from feminine contact right after his poly days, much less in Army which comes right after that. After nicking 5 years off and working in the it sector, he faces the least human contact and only interacts with gadgets and such. His little tech buddies are much less the same and it's always talks about anime, games or the upcoming geek movies that's going to be up.
Back into his room after work, with his babe posters staring back at him, he heaved a sigh, not knowing how else to get out of his life.
---
She woke up every morning, before lazing in bed with alittle snooze boost before dragging herself out of bed. Work yet again. The women in the mirror gave her strength, when she looked at herself, dolling up, carefully planting her make up. She could easily sneak into the bunches of typical OLs, yet not one knows how hard she work everyday. Entertaining clients, entertaining bosses, putting bread on the table. It's alittle too young to be talking about money, but as the eldest of the lot, she chose to give up her uni dreams so as to gel the household.
Alone, she felt. Distant, from her boyfriend. The long relationship falter as they were worlds apart. Plunging into self sabotage, he is as just as helpless as she herself is. Like they're between a glass wall. Yet, their hands connect in between the panels, smiling to each other.
"i love you.." he whispered,
"& i always will" he said, as tears stream down his face.
her other hand clenched tightly, hating how destiny have woven.. yet, unregretful for the beautiful love.
---
the baby's cries sounded like a siren amongst the house. She woke up with a jolt, not even glacing at the clock which shows 4am before tending to the baby. It was before she know it, when her actual 5.30 alarm sounded. Her husband still sleeping soundly opened his eyes lazily before dragging his feet up. As if on auto pilot after the usual morning greetings, the couple shuffled their feet, as if in sync, with each tending to their own business, not even crossing the each other's path. This smooth transition brings them back to the dining table when they have their dinner the night before. A simple french toast with eggs, he held the bread while position himself to face the TV, when it beamed to live, showing channel news asia.
***
the door bell rings-
"here comes the baby sitter" he said as she did his tie and he tided up her clothes, & clipped her hair. They looked at each other deep in the eyes when the knocking broke off their eye contact.
It's time to wake up.
---
He closed his eyes in annoyance when he heard that familiar beep just as he drove pass the ERP. It seems like the ERP would never miss him out. He clenched tightly onto his steering wheels in frustration as he was reminded to top up his cash card by the card reader.
"top up again, how dare they?" yet he can do nothing about it.
Helpless, bounded by the income ceiling, he could no longer get out of the middle class household.
His heavy bank loan in his 4-room flat took a huge toll on him and he could not think of any practical idea than to work his ass off.
He opened his letter box, and cursed again as he draw out the usual telco bills.
The kids turned up their head to the familiar faces when they head the metal door cranked open.
Running up to her father, she exclaimed "Papa wo jin tian de ting xie na yi bai fen! ni jiang yao mai wan ju gei wo de!"
"oh, fuck me."
---
People Vol 2: Sorrows
People. Vol 2
Sorrows I
***
The guy who clubs every week, as if like exercise, seeking for love on every wednesday night to numb himself. He is smooth, he could get girls. He's sleek, he drives out every night, hoping the night hound would for a moment engulf his innocent naive self, the one who got cheated and dumped, speeding pass countless lamp lights with a lighted cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
Nicotine and alcohol filled his brain and blood
but yet what could fill his empty heart? when girls are just nothing but pouring into his bucket full of holes. They can never be filled you know?
***
This young girl, looking for love in the virtual world every night. For she would lives in the virtual world, root herself to her chair in front of her pixelated screen. Firing away chat bubbles out to this wide virtual ocean of love, which love is as hard to find as a needle in the sea. It wont stop, her countless chat media, the various beeping sounds which could only signify how hungry she were. Her thirst arises after she broke up years back, she got enough of soaking her pillow with tears. But to no avail, there are many more dark figures lurking than the prince. She'd got her own fair share of failures, but yet she just didn't give up. Yet deep inside she knows that no one is going to save her if she took a bite at the poison apple.
***
His ipod plugged into his ears, more than 12 hours a day, be it walking to school, walking back. He goes out alone, as if seeking for.. an answer. Isolating his schooling life from his personal ones, he would be alone, most of the time, and his ipod would be like a part of him, attach to his ears all the time, as he eats, smoke, stroll around the park looking at people. He can't hear the outside world screaming words of reality at him.
He's a dreamer. And we would never know what is he listening either.
***
Pushing her pram down the outskirts of bugis street, she had a tough time navigating through the crowd. Pulling up the shutter, another day begins as she position her pram before throwing off her bills and receipts chunked sling bag onto the counter.
Her mind begins to ponders, oblivious to customers who streams in unless summoned. Of her life, of how her decisions caused her to fall. And how that jerk just didn't pay for what he'd done, yet the victim is the one who pays the price after throwing all the cards on the table.
Sitting down listlessly as she looked at the pram, miniature limbs waving wildly at the noisy crowd. Looks like the baby's gotten use to life too right?
"eh hey, uhm this one how much ah?"
***
Tears stream down the corner of her eyes as she sat by the playground in the middle of the night. She heave a heavy sigh while slowly slitting her wrist with a cigarette her mouth. Swiping her fringe to the side, biting hard on the filer as she saw her wounds open again.. Just like the old times when she found out that he was just toying with her. Sobbing harder than ever, how she hates to face the world in the day, and how she would escape at night. She screams were silent and pain is her friend. How dare he? she love him, deceived by his honey smeared words, which crudely made her open herself to him, and her legs as well. She gave him his all, but yet what was given was not reciprocate. It will never be returned.
She felt like a caged bird. It's like she never left.
***
Need more brain juice.
(brb)
People. Vol 1
Disclaimer:
this is obviously and absolutely boring work of mine since i'm rooting myself on my computer chair.
im just simply doing this as an act of procrastination for my shower. despite this, all works here are base on my thoughts long ago and any similarities to situations or character is either coincidental or it's basically me being stereotypical.
People. Vol 1
The Many People.
A cheery school girl, who skips to school everyday, humming her favourite melody.
slack to the fullest, copying school work from her studious friend.
the little girl who dance in the rain, holding her hands outwards to the skies, as if touching the many confetti that're thrown to her during the celebration of life.
the wet confetti thrown by the invisible arms from the heavens.
the other way to look at rain in life...
***
The little baby, being strapped onto his mum, his head wobbling in an unstable momentum against his mother's pace down the road. Fascinated, he say giant machines that looked similar to the mini toy cars he played, roaring loudly across the road, not forgetting the mystical stick which shoots out beams of lights which control the cars, as if the conductor of a major band playing a beautiful symphony.
The naive baby.
"Oh, mummy's moving when it's green light too. So do we gets controlled by that mystical stick when we grow up to?"
***
Threads of white hair can be seen forming on the side, sitting on the red coffeshop chair which everyone knows, he heave his legs off his slippers and rest them on another.
On it's tables are many gleaming bottles that reflected against the old florescent light in the coffeeshop. Lying back his head, he breathed in the burning paper stick wrapped with nicotine and felt smoke work it's way in this body as he draws it down into the lungs. Some crushed bet slips are seen on the floor, probably an act of wrath when felt betrayed by the god of wealth. Streams of smoke came out in line from his nostrils, as if an mechanical dragon.
"Eh Chio eh, Lai Yi Duo Yi Ping Carlsberg!"
***
Looks like i got lazy again. Time to shower~
the support
i looked lazily at my watch while my other hand stirred the summoning orb in my pocket.
C & I walked out of the summoner's room and slumped right onto the couch in the lobby.
It was the wee hours in the morning, and the institute of war is still alive, maybe alittle less.
there're stories of people who lost their souls in the league,
people who go into endless game, trying to seek power from the cup,
my heated hands from all the summoning,
"10 over games today, what have we done?'
---
i walked out to the river,
no longer were the sound of the hooves makes my blood gush anymore.
the hooved entity that ride with me, trampling everyone else.
there wasn't any hesitation when i bought her with my influence point.
the familiar beep when you unlocked a right to use the champion.
i bought her right into the big games,
tidal waves that scorn foes,
little did i know my league story would have this little twist.
a support,
vision, protect, engage,
map dominance is my thing as i protect the objectives.
a tedious job, i would say.
i never see this coming.
i made many new friends
the little girl who plays with butterflies,
and the chain warden who's obsessed with souls
---
i'm at the river when i looked her in the eyes.
her half body surfacing at the water shines as the moonlight fell into her.
her story isn't at all complete, just as mine.
searching for the moonstone, she is very much stuck in the league, while waiting for answers.
maybe that's how our fate entwined.
"good night" she whispered,
moving closer to me i felt her ice cold lips touched my forehead
and she moved back and smiled..
i felt myself floating into oblivion as a bubble materialized,
i floated & i watched one last time as the scaly figure flipped,
dive head into the calm waters.
as her tail submerged, i fall onto the ground as the bubble popped.
we'll meet again.
C & I walked out of the summoner's room and slumped right onto the couch in the lobby.
It was the wee hours in the morning, and the institute of war is still alive, maybe alittle less.
there're stories of people who lost their souls in the league,
people who go into endless game, trying to seek power from the cup,
my heated hands from all the summoning,
"10 over games today, what have we done?'
---
i walked out to the river,
no longer were the sound of the hooves makes my blood gush anymore.
the hooved entity that ride with me, trampling everyone else.
there wasn't any hesitation when i bought her with my influence point.
the familiar beep when you unlocked a right to use the champion.
i bought her right into the big games,
tidal waves that scorn foes,
little did i know my league story would have this little twist.
a support,
vision, protect, engage,
map dominance is my thing as i protect the objectives.
a tedious job, i would say.
i never see this coming.
i made many new friends
the little girl who plays with butterflies,
and the chain warden who's obsessed with souls
---
i'm at the river when i looked her in the eyes.
her half body surfacing at the water shines as the moonlight fell into her.
her story isn't at all complete, just as mine.
searching for the moonstone, she is very much stuck in the league, while waiting for answers.
maybe that's how our fate entwined.
"good night" she whispered,
moving closer to me i felt her ice cold lips touched my forehead
and she moved back and smiled..
i felt myself floating into oblivion as a bubble materialized,
i floated & i watched one last time as the scaly figure flipped,
dive head into the calm waters.
as her tail submerged, i fall onto the ground as the bubble popped.
we'll meet again.
the hiatus
"Rrrrr...."
"I know, i know.."
i patted on his head, looking at my feet, too disappointed to look up.
i felt his iron hooves imprinting on the ground, as he slowly walked out. His reaper dragging against the soil, as he walked out of his stable.
"It's been so long, what happened to the good days? the blood we took? the victory we earn and he heads we rolled?"
"i... i know it's been long, it'd definitely been long"
"it's just.. maybe it's time when reality calls and you just dont want to pick it up, doing nothing hoping that time can stood still"
"Ahh... what Swain's partner is going through, give it some time"
He growled and pat on my shoulders, it's icy cold, like the gauntlets he always wore.
We went for a walk, my hands in my robe pockets as i felt my summoning orb, which only pangs more guilt into me ever since i stopped summoning Hecarim.
It's been difficult for me these days, as i'm tackling my addiction. I starred at my hands and i didnt know what to do. Always i went to the howling abyss, for a quick game and then i'm out.
yes, it's people who make the place,
just as i'd met many who broke the code, makes me feel like giving up or not doing my best in this.
inside, is my own little pressure to disappoint.
the intense responsibility you held as you play as a jungler,
chasing down champions on his iron hooves,
we ride in the league,
the winds, that can never be forgotten.
"I know, i know.."
i patted on his head, looking at my feet, too disappointed to look up.
i felt his iron hooves imprinting on the ground, as he slowly walked out. His reaper dragging against the soil, as he walked out of his stable.
"It's been so long, what happened to the good days? the blood we took? the victory we earn and he heads we rolled?"
"i... i know it's been long, it'd definitely been long"
"it's just.. maybe it's time when reality calls and you just dont want to pick it up, doing nothing hoping that time can stood still"
"Ahh... what Swain's partner is going through, give it some time"
He growled and pat on my shoulders, it's icy cold, like the gauntlets he always wore.
We went for a walk, my hands in my robe pockets as i felt my summoning orb, which only pangs more guilt into me ever since i stopped summoning Hecarim.
It's been difficult for me these days, as i'm tackling my addiction. I starred at my hands and i didnt know what to do. Always i went to the howling abyss, for a quick game and then i'm out.
yes, it's people who make the place,
just as i'd met many who broke the code, makes me feel like giving up or not doing my best in this.
inside, is my own little pressure to disappoint.
the intense responsibility you held as you play as a jungler,
chasing down champions on his iron hooves,
we ride in the league,
the winds, that can never be forgotten.
league story
"Not leaving R..?"
"still going for another round?"
i shake my head weakly which laid on my hand on the table,
while my other played with my summoner's orb, twirling the beautiful crystal ball which went through thick and thin with me.
My eyes gazed upon the reflections of the orb, rolling to, and forth echoing the sound against the great oak table throughout the institute of war. People come, people go, but why do i still stay?
I start rolling and catching my orb, oblivious to the massive groups of summoners, going in and out of the institute of war, some in tears, some in the heat of the angry.
"pst, those who dont live by the code will be exile one day"
i felt a pat on my shoulders and i lazily looked up,
only to find the face of my comrade shaking me.
"you alright?"
"still going for another round?"
"nah, i'm good here", i return my gaze to my orb, and as if he understood, he leave me be.
Perhaps which is why i still stay at the league.
It could take my pain away.
for that few moments when my mind could only transfixed onto the magical screens and i put pain at the back of my head.
Where i numb myself and my yells cushion the pain.
But yet the ghost couldn't be slain,
not now,
not ever.
so i'm just a boy trapped in the league.
So what do i seek?
i travel throughout the vast lands, braved through the howling abyss,
i'd meet lots of people, summoners who shared different ideal,
guild mates whose chatter drones on while i looked out at the window of the wine tavern.
I strolled out into the vine yard, sliding my orb into my robe.
Pacing around, occasionally kicking the snow, I looked up to the skies of twilight,
wondering if you're also underneath.
Where ever you are, the one i seek.
come to me,
and take me away from the league.
life of a summoner
i looked back at the days in my league.
with a heavy heart,
i dragged my feet about the institute of war,
hesitant...
it'd all been too much for me,
riding on the league curve alone out of late,
and it's mostly on the down side,
slowly, my comrades left, one by one, leaving the league,
but i'm still here, always on the prowl for the perfect team,
which i guess, can never be found.
why cant i leave this place?
a place where i was acknowledge,
praise for my skills,
my wisdom,
conjuring strategy,
i didnt know i can be a mentor,
a leader.
it was all thanks to the league,
where i found myself.
it all begin afew years back,
when i'm still contemplating to try out both the Newerth and the League,
and it was during one of the chinese new year, when it was introduce to me by my couz.
i begin with the songstress, and little did i know that i'm bad with strings,
we all play in the NA server, before i succumbed to addiction of the league,
playing alone,
and there i found my perfect team.
He's a philosopher, another one is the Engineer, and i'm the Asian.
we're one fucking hell of a tripod.
& from there i discovered my gift of being a DPS.
we were quite very close to playing competitive, when the new proxy barrier shut us down.
i then submitted to my fate and went back to SG,
it is however, bad...
leavers,
barbarians,
ragers.
it was so bad that i wanted to quit.
we rally together, my couz and afew friends,
and we're back up again.
i got my rune page, i play through different champions,
i discovered my talent for hecarim,
my fingers could actually danced swiftly during engage,
my fingers waltz effortlessly with leblanc and ahri, taking down whoever near me.
& of course,
the league curve.
the good days and the bad days.
the days you can win, and it's so hard to lose,
and the days when loss is inevitable.
5 hours down 6 games, and nothing changed.
it's as if the odds are against you.
so i survive some set backs here and there,
but at least i wasn't alone.
We played regularly,
daily, weekly,
we had a home ground LAN shop,
we shouted like crazy,
battle cries,
vulgarities,
defeats that makes us leave with our heads bowed down.
but that was all history.
Looking at my summoning orb,
the reflections of my comrades slowly fade away,
i can only see myself.
i'm all alone,
addiction, emptiness,
time wasting.
sigh.
this addiction is pulling me down.
like a fucking drug
was really contemplating,
and i decided to cut down. (REALLY CUT DOWN)
i know i'll have to eventually leave the league one day.
this is no fairy tail,
and all students have to graduate,
and all summoners have to eventually leave.
goodbye halcyon days.
with a heavy heart,
i dragged my feet about the institute of war,
hesitant...
it'd all been too much for me,
riding on the league curve alone out of late,
and it's mostly on the down side,
slowly, my comrades left, one by one, leaving the league,
but i'm still here, always on the prowl for the perfect team,
which i guess, can never be found.
why cant i leave this place?
a place where i was acknowledge,
praise for my skills,
my wisdom,
conjuring strategy,
i didnt know i can be a mentor,
a leader.
it was all thanks to the league,
where i found myself.
it all begin afew years back,
when i'm still contemplating to try out both the Newerth and the League,
and it was during one of the chinese new year, when it was introduce to me by my couz.
i begin with the songstress, and little did i know that i'm bad with strings,
we all play in the NA server, before i succumbed to addiction of the league,
playing alone,
and there i found my perfect team.
He's a philosopher, another one is the Engineer, and i'm the Asian.
we're one fucking hell of a tripod.
& from there i discovered my gift of being a DPS.
we were quite very close to playing competitive, when the new proxy barrier shut us down.
i then submitted to my fate and went back to SG,
it is however, bad...
leavers,
barbarians,
ragers.
it was so bad that i wanted to quit.
we rally together, my couz and afew friends,
and we're back up again.
i got my rune page, i play through different champions,
i discovered my talent for hecarim,
my fingers could actually danced swiftly during engage,
my fingers waltz effortlessly with leblanc and ahri, taking down whoever near me.
& of course,
the league curve.
the good days and the bad days.
the days you can win, and it's so hard to lose,
and the days when loss is inevitable.
5 hours down 6 games, and nothing changed.
it's as if the odds are against you.
so i survive some set backs here and there,
but at least i wasn't alone.
We played regularly,
daily, weekly,
we had a home ground LAN shop,
we shouted like crazy,
battle cries,
vulgarities,
defeats that makes us leave with our heads bowed down.
but that was all history.
Looking at my summoning orb,
the reflections of my comrades slowly fade away,
i can only see myself.
i'm all alone,
addiction, emptiness,
time wasting.
sigh.
this addiction is pulling me down.
like a fucking drug
was really contemplating,
and i decided to cut down. (REALLY CUT DOWN)
i know i'll have to eventually leave the league one day.
this is no fairy tail,
and all students have to graduate,
and all summoners have to eventually leave.
goodbye halcyon days.
ghost
the little fun we have,
the thrills that we seek.
the dark little mess
reels of ghost,
haunting innocent meek,
our terrifying foes,
oh what lurks within?
when the period comes,
the street lights gone dark
whispering stories, about the tales of those who'd pass
stories of spirits, and supernatural
we know it will be never in our favour
yet this thrill that we seek
from reels, dares and reads.
and let it satisfy our hunger within
the thrills that we seek.
the dark little mess
reels of ghost,
haunting innocent meek,
our terrifying foes,
oh what lurks within?
when the period comes,
the street lights gone dark
whispering stories, about the tales of those who'd pass
stories of spirits, and supernatural
we know it will be never in our favour
yet this thrill that we seek
from reels, dares and reads.
and let it satisfy our hunger within
we
where are you going?
i'm right here baby,
arms outstretched awaiting for your coming.
what's with the tears?
why the smudged mascara my lady
for i'm here,
to drive away all your fears.
we'll be happy,
i promise,
we'll be happy,
so will be our little tortoise,
in our little patio with the fishes,
where we sat there and reminisce
we'll be happy,
won't we?
i'm right here baby,
arms outstretched awaiting for your coming.
what's with the tears?
why the smudged mascara my lady
for i'm here,
to drive away all your fears.
we'll be happy,
i promise,
we'll be happy,
so will be our little tortoise,
in our little patio with the fishes,
where we sat there and reminisce
we'll be happy,
won't we?
league story: prolouge
"I looked up to the skies of twilight,
wondering if you're also underneath.
Where ever you are, the one i seek.
come to me,
and take me away from the league."
snippets of stories of the league.
come read if you're a fan of riot's league of legends!
snippets of stories of the league.
come read if you're a fan of riot's league of legends!
Taken
An Eulogy, hidden in the deepest depth of my heart,
for my dearest Aunt who passed on.
"Off you go,
Taken, and gone with the wind.
Your soul, floated up to the heavens,
For all the good you did,
Never did we expect it comes so suddenly,
Jaded, faded, you go,
Peacefully to the town of gold,
Living in his arms eternally.
May you find peace, amongst the quietest city,
Where the rustling leaves blow
You smile, free from pain,
Free from all, problems ceased.
Rest in peace"
for my dearest Aunt who passed on.
"Off you go,
Taken, and gone with the wind.
Your soul, floated up to the heavens,
For all the good you did,
Never did we expect it comes so suddenly,
Jaded, faded, you go,
Peacefully to the town of gold,
Living in his arms eternally.
May you find peace, amongst the quietest city,
Where the rustling leaves blow
You smile, free from pain,
Free from all, problems ceased.
Rest in peace"
草莓月亮。 (Strawberry Moon)
草莓月亮。 (Strawberry Moon)
在超级市场流浪，
我看见新鲜的草莓对我微笑，要我买它的盼望。
我避开买它的丁往
但是你爱吃的草莓我又上当
不重要的过去，在脑海里流浪
震动着我们的方向
好希望，我们不会象海浪
只会把不好的带到岸上
看着天上的草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，流如江，
就像我的心伤
想到你，和我在同一片天空，看的都一样
我们的心都在流血，拼命微笑
知道要失去了你，我的心不停的慌
看着天上的草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，象红红的长江，
就像我的心的伤
换钱的时候查了一角，
糟糕，原来，一切都是一样
矛盾骄傲的我才不会投降。
让我们，给彼此悲伤
看着草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，象红红的长江，
就像我们的心伤
原来，我们一直都在草莓月亮下...受伤。
-完-
”草莓都在和我撒娇，你呢?"
"我发现到草莓其实并没带来悲伤。
红红的他，
就像肥胖胖的孩子一样。"
以后，我希望我们的孩子，
能够爱吃草莓，
让草莓，陪伴他成长”
"但是，已经太迟了。。"
在超级市场流浪，
我看见新鲜的草莓对我微笑，要我买它的盼望。
我避开买它的丁往
但是你爱吃的草莓我又上当
不重要的过去，在脑海里流浪
震动着我们的方向
好希望，我们不会象海浪
只会把不好的带到岸上
看着天上的草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，流如江，
就像我的心伤
想到你，和我在同一片天空，看的都一样
我们的心都在流血，拼命微笑
知道要失去了你，我的心不停的慌
看着天上的草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，象红红的长江，
就像我的心的伤
换钱的时候查了一角，
糟糕，原来，一切都是一样
矛盾骄傲的我才不会投降。
让我们，给彼此悲伤
看着草莓月亮，
在记忆中失去了方向
血红红的草莓汁，象红红的长江，
就像我们的心伤
原来，我们一直都在草莓月亮下...受伤。
-完-
”草莓都在和我撒娇，你呢?"
"我发现到草莓其实并没带来悲伤。
红红的他，
就像肥胖胖的孩子一样。"
以后，我希望我们的孩子，
能够爱吃草莓，
让草莓，陪伴他成长”
"但是，已经太迟了。。"
Devil's Nest
when the sun sets, the devil comes to play
chilling the air, goosebumps with dismay
for he waste no time,
in the puff of smokes that swim through the air
roaming through your body, your life and your lair
you stood there helpless and you want to cry
but no sound could escape no matter how you try
he skips he hops he flies he smiles
down the little grim dark aisle.
down came the thunder, and then the rain
there your life would forever be stain
you can never run u can never hide
for he would haunt your life until you die
there the devil, lying on his cloud
using his slitted tongue making hissing sounds
weaving your stories with his cursed vines
you life and his, will forever be entwined.
yes he is here, he's here to play
here come's your life darkest bane
chilling the air, goosebumps with dismay
for he waste no time,
in the puff of smokes that swim through the air
roaming through your body, your life and your lair
you stood there helpless and you want to cry
but no sound could escape no matter how you try
he skips he hops he flies he smiles
down the little grim dark aisle.
down came the thunder, and then the rain
there your life would forever be stain
you can never run u can never hide
for he would haunt your life until you die
there the devil, lying on his cloud
using his slitted tongue making hissing sounds
weaving your stories with his cursed vines
you life and his, will forever be entwined.
yes he is here, he's here to play
here come's your life darkest bane
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