This is Interstellarlove

When my favorite anthem is on, they act proud, stood up, and sang along. When they sing, their smiles were a plenty pretty, could light up an entire city. Nay, a country. Nay, a continent. Nay, the entire world. This was that kind of country. This is the country full of Muhammads and Ahmeds, Lees and Tans, Dineshs and Aruns. Beautiful names that belong to beautiful people. They had golden brown skin and even sweet dark chocolate tan, something they sometimes forget to appreciate. Something other people would sit under the sun for twelve hours to get (Laughs). These are the names that were promised a life of peace and harmony, a life full with opportunities of the future, a life of freedom, and a life of love. When they decided to call me Malaysia, I accepted proudly with my backboned straightened, and they even had an oath to uphold just for me and it goes like this: Achieving a greater unity of all the people; Maintaining a democratic way of life; Creatin...

" Never misjudge the power of the man in darkness. A man with thoughts of a legend. The one whom believe himself on his dreams, fighting with all the obstacles which slowing him down. Never misjudge such a person because one day when he face the light, he will be shining like none else and the world will realize that he wasn’t sleeping but working with his effort in the dark. "  -  Raghav Sekar  Above is a rather a motivational quote or in my opinion is a form of poem, by a friend of mine whom I have been asking time and time again to write up something for the blog. I am indeed happy that he finally decided to write something for us. :)

The cook took the dead body of the bird, chopped it, boiled it and prepared it for the captain who was strangely sitting in his cabin in silence, with white eyes. Once the cook finished with the preparations he took it personally to the captain’s cabin place it on his desk. The captain ate it like any other food it is. The taste was excellent. The boy sat miserably on deck with the rest of the men, some of them hardly spoke, they were just bedazzled what just had happened. Then all of a sudden, the captain who was silent came out of his cabin in an ecstatic state. "Any of you want that bird’s meat?" the captain said, looking around at his men on the deck. "Not me," the cook said. "I think I'll go down the deck." "Me, too." Another crew said. "I'll best be getting to my work," said another crew member. The captain watched them go. Some of the others excused themselves. "What do you suppos...

Hello everybody! It's been awhile since I've last touch this blog. Maybe 2 or 3 days awhile. Anyway, As the title states, I will share with you guys a poem that I found in the internet which I had to compare it to Emily Dickinson's work " I'm Nobody " for my previous poem recital. I actually tried to trace who wrote " Richard Cory " and even visited the library to search for the poem to find out who is(was) the poet but I guess this is probably a piece written by a student. I did however tried to recall again who wrote it, to avoid any copyright issue, but it seems I just forgot all about it. Thanks for the piece " Richard Cory " whoever the poet is! First off, I will let you guys read Emily's work first then compare it with " Richard Cory ". Updated! The writer/poet of " Richard Cory " is E.A. Robinson! ( 28/11/13 ) I’m Nobody! Who Are You? I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then ...

The boy before heading to the kitchen, converse with the bird. "So you see," the bird said, "we have a common myth. Your mind contains many familiar myth symbols. Odysseus to me is by far the most interesting to me…" The boy took a seat on a barrel, postponing heading to the kitchen and sat silently, staring at the bird on his shoulder. "Go on," he said. "Please go on." "I find in your Odysseus a figure common to the mythology of most self-conscious races on this earthly plain. As I interpret it, Odysseus wanders as an individual, aware of himself as such. This is the idea of separation, of separation from family and country. The process of individuation is it not?" "But Odysseus returns to his home." The boy said looking at a hole at the bottom of the gangplank into the blue wide ocean. "He finally he goes home." "As must all creatures. The moment of separation is a temporary period...