Zoom

I realise everything's flashing past me, and it's like the moment I have recovered from whatever trauma or delight thrown at me, the next one comes along and I'll have to deal with it, all over again. And the prospect of the looming promos isn't helping matters, much less my lack of revision either. ArghZ. Just when did Life get so unmanageable? 'Twas just a year ago I took eveything in my stride, took the world for granted, took the people in it to be fools (me included, and I still do). But then again it was also just a year ago I didn't know the existence of PW, the promos and the true meaning of the word stress. Fatigue is taking its toll on me, and I dislike that. Sigh.

Had a really loooooong chat with J. on the bus ride home today. Haven't really caught up with him since... since I dunno when. He's definitely subdued; he doesn't have an ego the size of a dinosaur's egg anymore (is that big enough..?). Maybe that's what Council does to you. You realise you're not the only person reigning supreme in this world (in other words, there are people tons better than you are). And so. I felt it was a lil' pitiful, beacause around the old J., you could feel the vibes about him. An unfathomable force of energy rebounds in him, eager to be unleashed. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little here, but it's the truth that he's indeed mellowed down now.

So we talked about our sec sch mates, and everything pertaining to it. Reminiscing about my life in Fuhua, I realise time flies. No it really does. Like, the four years have come and gone and poof, I'm in JC now (unfortunately that doesn't translate into some tasty coco crunch. Ah well). Then of course the subject of the promos was broached, and I did drill some stuff into his head. He really needs to buck up, what with his abysmal results obtained in the CT. I realise we're in this together, and the thought of a fellow Fuhua-ian taking the same route alongside you is surprisingly consoling. Nothing beats familiarity I think. No matter how many new friends you've got, how many new bonds you've forged, you're more comfy falling back on the old ones.

Oh well. J.'s a really nice friend to talk to. Had numerous blab sessions with him back in sec sch, and they had proven fulfilling. Ditto today. Cheers to our friendship. =)

Me and My Wishlist

I wish
for the world to be at peace,
for all strife and contempt
to go with the breeze.

I wish
for the stars to shine,
for all my hopes
to join them entwined.

I wish
for the flowers to bloom,
for my agony dispelled
along with all my gloom.

I wish
for the clouds to tear,
for all the rain there is
to wash away my fears.

I wish
for the rainbow's radiance,
for its wonderous colours
to soften my defiance.

I wish
for the simplicity of Love,
for the brush with happiness
to fit me like a glove.

I wish
for all the intangibles,
for all the dreams and faith
to be made achievable.

I wish.

Today's exactly a month to my birthday, so I thought I'd do up something in relation to wishes... so now you people know what to get me. Sigh. -__-

Huh?

i.feel.like.crap.ugh.

The Bumblebee

The Bumblebee;
it whizzes and zips,
turns and tips.
it frets and falls-
hurt, and bawls.

The Bumblebee;
it rises and dips;
hopes but trips.
still it smiles and hums,
then gets over that bump.

The Bumblebee;
it fervently believes
-and you'll likely agree;
that flowers are free
and the sun's sheen, shimmery.

Saw this quote in Life! today. "Its like open heart surgery in some way. You're looking for real, raw emotions." U2 singer Bono, on songwriting.

I guess poetry writing's as such too, though things are not expressed as explicitly, but the 'real, raw emotions' are there. Totally addictive. ^__^

Address to the Woodlark

Address to the Woodlark

by Robert Burns

O STAY, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,

Nor quit for me the trembling spray,

A hapless lover courts thy lay,

Thy soothing, fond complaining.

Again, again that tender part,

That I may catch thy melting art;

For surely that wad touch her heart

Wha kills me wi’ disdaining.

Say, was thy little mate unkind,

And heard thee as the careless wind?

Oh, nocht but love and sorrow join’d,

Sic notes o’ woe could wauken!

Thou tells o’ never-ending care;

O’speechless grief, and dark despair:

For pity’s sake, sweet bird, nae mair!

Or my poor heart is broken.

Hmmm... I wonder.

Swept Away

The glistening ice reflecting;
she glides smoothly, aimlessly.
Her blades swiftly cutting,
till the fallen snow witnessed her
Bleeding

Crystal clear was the Truth
Even more so, her tears.
For she had lost what
she found dear

And so she melts away
One with the Snow
with the Darkness
that almost
Glows.

Very tired!! I'm off to sleep now... the above was another gibberishy piece; was just writing for fun. Hmm looks quite hopeless, no theme at all! Oh well... ZzzZzzzzZZzzzZZ

Cherries, anyone? =)

Ok so I admit I've hit a dreadful dearth of inspirations for further poems. Writer's block, tell me about it... Hence I shall yammer on in perfectly understandable sentences in this post, for your viewing pleasure (whoever you are anyway... =P ).

Saw three poems on the GP notice board today, and they took my breath away. Me, an amateur in poetry writing cannot really distinguish between a good or a bad peom, (but someone once told me that poems are never shaky however you view it, because they reflect what the author feels during that point of time, and it's open for all to interprete whatever we will...) but I knew the girl who wrote it was definitely seasoned and at ease with her style. Can't really remember the details, but the thing which caught my eye were the stanzas questioning the author's own existence; she was driven to the corner by stress, from what I gather from the upper part of the poem. Compelling and totally relevant in our JC life... What more can I say. And moreover the girl's a Science student. So who says science students are devoid of emotions. We don't merely memorise formulae, we get in touch with our sensitive sides too. Ok whatever...
=P

And so today dragged on in a flurry of activities. Especially PW. But I'm blessed to have such diligent group members. Compared to some other group, (which I decline to name here) my group's pretty united. And crappy... that's the most crucial factor in sustaining the spirit of the group!! Haha. In case I haven't said this before, I'll reiterate; I lurve my PW group. To bits. =)

Then a thought occured to me out of the blue. Ok maybe it was upon seeing 'something' (something, yea that something... sigh) which triggered my saddened thoughts again. I thought about it long and hard, then realised that all this while Life has been good to me. Maybe except for my results (duh) and that 'something' bugging me, everything's basically smooth-sailing.

It's like a cherry atop the cake. You have that delectable desert in front of you, minus the cherry. Would you give up on the cake just because the cherry is missing, or devour it all the same, without the pretty cherry? The reasoning is simple... be contented with what you have, and happiness will not evade you. (I know it's hopelessly cliched. but oh well) And so I felt enlightened suddenly. If the cherry is there for me to savour, I'll cherish it very much, but should it be missing, life goes on all the same... and the cake goes into my stomach. Hehe brilliant analogy right. =P

I guess that's all for now... am feeling quite light-hearted. The wonders food can do to me, albeit only as an analogy. Bleah. =)

Whatever

The pages fly like
there's no tomorrow.
Endless words, meaningless
Empty and Contrived.

How I wished
there really was no tomorrow.
For the revelry I so desire
Untainted and Intact.

But Reality scaths me
where it hurts the most.
Tomorrow will dawn
Indiscriminately

Even so I will push on
Till Tomorrow ceases to come.

Elm

Elm

by Sylvia Plath

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:

It is what you fear.

I do not fear it: I have been there.

Is it the sea you hear in me,

Its dissatisfactions?

Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

Love is a shadow.

How you lie and cry after it

Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously,

Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,

Echoing, echoing.

Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?

This is rain now, this big hush.

And this is the fruit of it: tin-white, like arsenic.

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.

Scorched to the root

My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires.

Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.

A wind of such violence

Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me

Cruelly, being barren.

Her radiance scaths me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

I let her go. I let her go

Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery.

How your bad dreams possess and endow me.

I am inhabited by a cry.

Nightly it flaps out

Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing

That sleeps in me;

All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Clouds pass and disperse.

Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?

Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I am incapable of more knowledge.

What is this, this face

So murderous in its strangle of branches?----

Its snaky acid hiss.

It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults

That kill, that kill, that kill

A f t e r math

No doubt he's still disturbed
Eyes downcast, despairing
Yes he's undoubtedly perturbed
And me, a useless liability

He wrote this for me (this is only part of a pageful of stanzas):
'In fact, hope is a very beautiful word,
because it doesn't really signify an end to things

But sadly, I don't even see the beginning.

The clouds are still in the sky,
shrouding the sun

But I'll promise you.
that I'll try my hardest
to make them go away,

Just for you.'

How heart-wrenching... Won't he just give up?
=(

Beaten

This is NOT happening
There he blabs
Here I listen
I'm ignored I'm ignored!!

This is NOT happening
I didn't care before
So why should I now
I'm confused I'm confused

This is NOT happening
I swear there's something going on
But what...
I'm beaten I'm beaten

UrghZ. Tomrrow's the J2 farewell and we haven't settled quite alot of things. My right eye twitched just now, could it be an ominous sign? *Touch wooooood* ArghZ. Whatever. Will just go with the flow tomorrow. *Hopes Wishes Prays*

Saintasia

Hell we had some laugh fest today during the Saintasia telematches. Hilarious! LoLx...
And so this was what JJ looked like in person. Very 'pretty boy' persona; his dimples are SO worth swooning over! oMgawd. =D

I'm pretty disappointed with Jay's newest offering. It's all the old melodies recycled again, and there's just no ooooomph to it this time round. Well for the record his last album didn't pack much punch either.
Am tired. Don't think I'll post much today..,

Song of the mo' : JET 'Look what you've done'
Did I mention that this song rocks like, TOTALLY? <3

How does it feel...

So how does it feel
when your determination
when your resolve
when your ice wall
breaks down

So how does it feel
when your sky tumbles
when the stars fall
when the darkness
envelopes

So how does it feel
when you're in turmoil
when the path's fogged
when you bear the burden
of your aching heart

So this is how it feels
when things go awry
when the norm is defied
when you realise...
You do like him after all

The Bell Jar (with me inside, bah~)

"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream." Slyvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Down with the flu
Spiralling Sugary Shocks
The needle beckons
with dead hard knocks

And yet calamity is ignored
Ignorant Ignoramus Idiots
They are uncompleted
Unfulfilled hovering pivots

So I wander yonder
Silver tears in my wake
Shivering Saddening Solace
Far from reach, my take

But the Sun impresses
Illusion Inverted Inept
A mere Dream, no more
Till I rise from the depths

Another 4 stanzas of gibberish. Well whatever. I'm in weird composing mode today, attributed by my flu, plus the impending blood donation drive tomorrow. *Shudders* But hey let's just hope it won't hurt. A lot.