'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles

Thursday, August 19, 2004

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. =)

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