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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Just heard that today's A.math test was cancelled. Wooh. One less test for me to miss. Although I do detest Maths homework, but I do miss Mrs Lee's teaching. Partly because I'm totally clueless about what are we learning by reading the textbook, but mostly because Frederick is a horrible teacher. Alright, enough about that. I learnt that I've missed the first GEMS meeting this week, what a display of sincerity in becoming an English ambassador. Hah. Is it just me or is it that my medical leave comes at a week when everything seems especially eventful? I miss Lit. lessons with the philosophical Mr Edward, and I long for the much-anticipated Pure Geography lessons conducted by Mr Sam Soo. Does every week always look so fun? Nah...I suppose not. But it's only when you start to realise what a big part of your life school has become, when you discover that your past complaints about a boring life are wholly unfounded. (Try staying in quarantine at home for a week, you'll get what I mean.)
(Ah, by the way. Phil-osophical. That's Phil's name at the start of 'Philosophical'! Quite apt, too.)
There's gonna be lots for me to catch up on when I'm back. Erm, I'm not worrying for other subjects, but I think I'm gonna have to get Mrs Lee to reiterate the concepts to me again in private when I have the time. First thing to clear are the tests.
Unless a whole lot of people are lying, seems that a lot of people are missing me in class. LOL, probably because there's no one to make fun of. Agnes already told me that Yue Ling has already begun gloating over the lack of standing, sharp hair in the seat in front of her to block her view during lessons. I, don't really get it. My hair isn't that horrendous, or is it? Nah. Well, the thing is, this week really made me relook myself. I once thought that I was a seemingly cold person, Joan told me that before. But, the amount of uneasiness that had generated within me when I did not have my friends around proves otherwise.
A whole lot of time on my hands, when I'm not working on my academics, what else do I do? Yea, I'm a boring person, I write.
The kite tugs at your hand...
A gust of wind blows,
Is it an abysmal gale? Or a loving glow?
The leaves crash quietly against the ground in a flurry,
As such, so does my heart when faced against his fury.
This favourite kite I have held,
Tightly but I don't want it fell,
As you glide carefreely in the sky,
I am your guardian but I cannot fly.
But how I wish I could,
For the wind's strength is brute.
He is among the clouds but I am down in the fields,
Your smile lies in his arms while my unfinished destiny seals.
I sense the plea to leave,
But reluctance makes me heave,
Soon I will have to do what is right,
If being tied to the ground is such a plight.
The string in my hands tugs violently,
My grasp loosens in response to this irony,
As I view your fading departure withholding tears,
My fate remains in the lonely grasslands of Resounding Fears...
The End... of this struggle, draws to a close.
Standard 4-liner verses. Er, but the content of this poem isn't standard. My stupid alpha-male ego has prevented me from writing poems of this type for a long time. 'This type', meaning the kind of situation where the guy is caught in a fix, helpless because another guy is leading away his beloved. Basically, in this poem, the wind is the love rival, and the kite caught in between the tempting wind and a faithful man shall be the undecided lady...
