Ripping off from Tan Weilie, whom I have not seen or spoken too for very long, "It is 'A'ccomplished".
Thanks Weilie, you have unknowingly offered me some amusement throughout these trying times with your ever cheesy but sincere 'A' nicknames on msn.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Imagining other Worlds
I Thought I Ought to Know
I have no idea what's going on,
And neither do they
when I do ask.
But I just thought
I outta know. What all
this means.
These cacophonies of light,
stuff me with
a blur of meaningless
wavelengths.
I can tell violet from red-
The bludgeoning of sound,
leaves me with
painless bruises,
but there nevertheless.
I know jingle from jangle-
But I just thought
I outta know. What all
this means.
And the people,
Oh it's the worse.
I merely listen
to the babble,
merely comprehend.
And emotions, all that
joy, sadness,
love and hate,
Jimmy shouted and
Mom baked me a cake.
I know them all, but
I just thought
I outta know, what all
this means.
My mind goes dizzy,
when I think of this world.
Dizzy from blankness.
All I'm knowing is
I don't really wake up
in the mornings no more.
My Imagining other Worlds (a levels +6 days) poem. Thought of it while trying to sleep without moving in a shared bed with Lim Chuan En. And I don't really know how I'm going to pull off monday at this rate.
I have no idea what's going on,
And neither do they
when I do ask.
But I just thought
I outta know. What all
this means.
These cacophonies of light,
stuff me with
a blur of meaningless
wavelengths.
I can tell violet from red-
The bludgeoning of sound,
leaves me with
painless bruises,
but there nevertheless.
I know jingle from jangle-
But I just thought
I outta know. What all
this means.
And the people,
Oh it's the worse.
I merely listen
to the babble,
merely comprehend.
And emotions, all that
joy, sadness,
love and hate,
Jimmy shouted and
Mom baked me a cake.
I know them all, but
I just thought
I outta know, what all
this means.
My mind goes dizzy,
when I think of this world.
Dizzy from blankness.
All I'm knowing is
I don't really wake up
in the mornings no more.
My Imagining other Worlds (a levels +6 days) poem. Thought of it while trying to sleep without moving in a shared bed with Lim Chuan En. And I don't really know how I'm going to pull off monday at this rate.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
lit, econs, econs
They call it stormy Monday,
but Tuesday's just as bad.
Wednesday's worse,
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me.
but Tuesday's just as bad.
Wednesday's worse,
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me.
Just some quotes from a T-Bone Walker song
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
This is for Yew
Grace.
A mere whisper of
her name, evokes,
countless intrinsic values
through the mind.
But more! Armed with
a smile, of a wideness
matched only by her generosity,
such joy to those with her!
And light in every way,
she is the lone midnight lamp
with its comforting glow,
and those magnificent fireworks
to the tune of Auld Lang Syne.
How could I, mere invertebrate,
ever compare? As I crawled
in her shadow. ARGH!
PAIN!- And a familiar smile
(upside-down frown) above,
stranger and fading to red. black.
But how? A heart of gold,
and yet so cold-
A panegyric of sorts. I'm only half serious but if you do decide to kill me too, I can only hope it will be a quick and painless one like Xiao Hei's
A mere whisper of
her name, evokes,
countless intrinsic values
through the mind.
But more! Armed with
a smile, of a wideness
matched only by her generosity,
such joy to those with her!
And light in every way,
she is the lone midnight lamp
with its comforting glow,
and those magnificent fireworks
to the tune of Auld Lang Syne.
How could I, mere invertebrate,
ever compare? As I crawled
in her shadow. ARGH!
PAIN!- And a familiar smile
(upside-down frown) above,
stranger and fading to red. black.
But how? A heart of gold,
and yet so cold-
A panegyric of sorts. I'm only half serious but if you do decide to kill me too, I can only hope it will be a quick and painless one like Xiao Hei's
Sunday, November 04, 2007
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