Who Am I?
- Enlothien
- Kepong, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
- Yes just what the title says,this Vessel which the Soul called ArunaSena now occupies has completely lost it.
What did i Read?
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In For A Penny6 months ago
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Top 10 Pictures!!!15 years ago
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My 1st blog ever!15 years ago
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
Green Lantern
11:54 PM | 
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Enlothien
Yup done more tweaking and ta da
Location : 1-45 Jalan Metro Perdana Timur 2, Kepong Entreprenurs Park, 52100 Kuala Lumpur, Federal Territory of Kuala Lumpur,
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Green Lantern of Earth Sena
This is how I would imagine myself if I was a Green Lantern.
" In brightest day in darkest night
No evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my powers...Green Lanterns MIGHT!!! "
Location : Jalan Kepong, Taman Kepong, 52000 Kuala Lumpur, Federal Territory of Kuala Lumpur,
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Justice Episode 2 : Rolling Armadillos Clouds of Candy Floss
To experience pain means you are still alive not dead and certainly not a drain. The feeling is bliss. Euphoric. Orgasmic. You will feel every part of you every strain of hair and every impulse flowing thru your synapses every receptor triggering a message you are injured. A man once said that "your mind controls the body and not otherwise"
that man was Bruce Lee.
Blood continue to drip as I fled the scene. Consciousness is fading real quick. My objective to reach my safehouse ASAP. Medication will be waiting for me there. I had attended advance first aid and basic nursing in a medical collage and I am about to see if this lessons are going to pay off.
Made it. Hot water is ready as I dip the Swiss Knife in. The taste of the Cognac lingers in my throat. Lets savour the taste once I am done with this. The bullet is embedded deep in my shoulder just beneath the scapula.
That night I scream as the wasted god barren city sleeps in silent. Yes I scream followed by echoes of laughter in the dark.
"What the hell happen here?" asked the Detective to the investigating officer.
"I don't know sir. Looks like they weree butchered. Small time drug pushers."
"Any shots fired?" as the Detective took a walk along the scene of the crime, eyes searching for Clues that will answer this riddle in the dark.
"Yeah we do couple of rounds here and there from their automatics. Pretty much that all we got boss"
"Any witness...wait don't bother" as he climb up some stacks of paper in the warehouse to the ceiling and started banging on the grilled air vent.
" Find the where is this being transmitted to" he added as he pointed to the officer the CCTV camera.
The detective came back down do a sweep at the warehouse and step outside lighting his bane. His cancer stick. At 37 diagnosed with hyper tension he shouldn't be smoking. But with a job that pays peanuts and a pending divorce and a daughter that blames you, a stick an hour is certainly a bliss.
as the stick slowly burns in that chill quiet night he ask himself who would want to silent these bunch of small timers. Rival dealers? Turf war? Who? As the stick slowly reaches the filter he flicks it across the street and then lit another one.
"Looks like I am gonna be up all night with this"
His eyes slowly opens as the creeping sunlight manages to shine on them. Twitching and groaning he lept out of bed. Shower. Warm water. The smell of coffee brewing. He made the right choice picking the Java beans over the Guatamala. He smiled at his reflection as he shave himself. Fresh images of the killings flood his mind. He cut himself on the chin.
He smile and realise a tear escaped his left eye.
that man was Bruce Lee.
Blood continue to drip as I fled the scene. Consciousness is fading real quick. My objective to reach my safehouse ASAP. Medication will be waiting for me there. I had attended advance first aid and basic nursing in a medical collage and I am about to see if this lessons are going to pay off.
Made it. Hot water is ready as I dip the Swiss Knife in. The taste of the Cognac lingers in my throat. Lets savour the taste once I am done with this. The bullet is embedded deep in my shoulder just beneath the scapula.
That night I scream as the wasted god barren city sleeps in silent. Yes I scream followed by echoes of laughter in the dark.
"What the hell happen here?" asked the Detective to the investigating officer.
"I don't know sir. Looks like they weree butchered. Small time drug pushers."
"Any shots fired?" as the Detective took a walk along the scene of the crime, eyes searching for Clues that will answer this riddle in the dark.
"Yeah we do couple of rounds here and there from their automatics. Pretty much that all we got boss"
"Any witness...wait don't bother" as he climb up some stacks of paper in the warehouse to the ceiling and started banging on the grilled air vent.
" Find the where is this being transmitted to" he added as he pointed to the officer the CCTV camera.
The detective came back down do a sweep at the warehouse and step outside lighting his bane. His cancer stick. At 37 diagnosed with hyper tension he shouldn't be smoking. But with a job that pays peanuts and a pending divorce and a daughter that blames you, a stick an hour is certainly a bliss.
as the stick slowly burns in that chill quiet night he ask himself who would want to silent these bunch of small timers. Rival dealers? Turf war? Who? As the stick slowly reaches the filter he flicks it across the street and then lit another one.
"Looks like I am gonna be up all night with this"
His eyes slowly opens as the creeping sunlight manages to shine on them. Twitching and groaning he lept out of bed. Shower. Warm water. The smell of coffee brewing. He made the right choice picking the Java beans over the Guatamala. He smiled at his reflection as he shave himself. Fresh images of the killings flood his mind. He cut himself on the chin.
He smile and realise a tear escaped his left eye.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Mom love and the horrid i want my mummy
Its the Water Festival or Songhkla celebrated by the Siamese people as well as the Singhalese today. That would make today my new year. Yes happy new year to all my family and relatives whom I know don't know and wouldn't know.
Its a happy occasion rite but why m I feeling aweful...oooh wait must be the fact that my mom told me she stopped cooking all the regular dishes like spicy fish sambal all the kerabu and she has stopped cooking those ever since I left.
Hearing mom said that I could only shed my tears to the ground. Guess I was wrong after all, mom do loge me. Conversation that followed was nothing but short as mom could sense m chocking back the tears.
Once I hung I lay back on bed and dialled my bb. But guess she is already sleeping. Hw I long for her presence NW. Its OK bb don't worry.
As the seconds ticks by I lay awake teary contemplating my life in penang. Mom I miss u.
Bb I never felt happier than being here with you.
Location : Jalan Kepong, Taman Kepong, 52000 Kuala Lumpur,
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Gnissim ouy :)
Its Sunday and its really quiet without you around.
I know you are away with mom and aunt...what's the term girls day out...and I'm stuck at home for half of the day due to a very bad flu...thank God as m typing this its getting better probably due to the antibiotics that the doc gave me.
Why am I blogging or to be more precise what am I blogging honestly I don't know. What I know is I miss you so much. Even more say When are apart.
Its raining. Been raining. Bringing to my sense that its a rather melancholy day with me thinking of holding ur hands walking down a pathway set with daffodils blooming in spring in a foreign land away from this over glorified country we stay in...yes Europe....and in the evening we will sit down by the fireplace sipping wine and eating dinner which we both Have our hands on.
A simple life for two simple people away from the over complicated society. Enjoying the simple pleasures of life has to offer.
And it starts to rain.
I miss you.
Location : 16-46 Jalan Prima 2, Taman Kepong, 52100 Kuala Lumpur,
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