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As I'm sure it is the same for all of us, a new week is always filled with new things. 'New' may sound positive, but in real fact that isn't always the case. There may be new hope, but there is always new pain. Blogging is about writing and expression, but I'm not sure if I am accustomed to plain words anymore. I don't really want it to put it to plain words, so I guess a poem will have to suffice. (By the way, I wrote some parts of this poem during Mrs Lee's Math class and Ms Neo's Physics class, don't tell them, I only did what bored people will do.)

秋冬仗

花落芳秋香
山林围心思
江流往东飘
水中见无影
泪水如雨掉

河水向哪何
向忆寒风吹
进冬冻思念
沉默来上朝
冰湖藏哀伤

浪找失情人
吵醒碎心人
灯照寻爱人
阳与暗光人
想起某恋人

黑白分不清
草地永不青
撒雨弄不宁
地平线不明
白雪遇我灵


For the good of the non-mandarin literate readers, I'll just do a quick translation. However, as Mr Edward once said, some meanings can never be really truly conveyed.

:
An Autumn-Winter's Fracas

Fallen petals emit an autumn fragrance
A wide-spreading mountain envelopes my thoughts
The river flows east in sorrow
In it I cannot find my shadow
After which tears shall fall like rain


Where is the destination of the flow?
Memory lane will provide a frosty wind
Winter may freeze the longingness
Melancholy reaches its highest point
The frozen lake continues to hide its anguish


The waves weed out the love-deprived
Awaking the heartbroken
The light seaches for the love-searchers
Amidst both shine and darkness
Never forgetting a certain endeared person


Inability to differentiate between right and wrong
And the grass will never grow green
Scattered rains only serve to cause more havoc
Even the horizon starts to fade
Nothing but white snow can connect with my soul


Do you... understand? Perhaps not ever, but that may be the best case to happen after all.

The Bud That Never Blooms


Bent over expectantly gazing,
Still the humus grants me nothing.
As I thought it was not to be,
A red petal seeks its way up to a frozen me.

Passionate is its touch to send tingles up my spine,
Through the bells affection plays its chime,
Unopened yet a close confidante,
When blossomed never will I again feel distant.

But showers of care will not touch it,
Try to stroke it and lightning lits,
Torrents pounded so viciously I find myself clipped,
Initiative reveals and my fingers shall get pricked.

When all the roses in the field commences bloom,
The one bud stays in the impenetrable gloom.
Even my longing heart could slowly turn into a scythe in hand,
Except for my fading reluctance there is nothing left to defend.

...William.

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It's been a long while. So long that I may have even forgotten myself. In many cases, the existence of one would mean the existence of another. To the same effect, to lose one would be like losing oneself. Always there in body, nowhere to be seen in soul. A chain has been weakening, and the load will not hold on much longer. How long would it be before it breaks? By the time I can decipher the answer to this encrypted inamorata, the only remains of my heart will be left in the wake of gentle waves.

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I can see that I've not been paying much attention to this blog. Just as well, anyway. I can still remember a time back in Primary 6, when all of my friends used to have blogs, leaving the obstinate me to my own devices. My mindset at that time was: I don't wish to tell people about my life, the life is mine to lead, and mine to keep. Posting every single thing that happen today or tomorrow would be just an act of clamouring for attention.

Fame and glory. Am I wrong or is that considered a sin in many religions?

Of course, divinity aside, that was back in P6. By the time I stepped into secondary school life, I had created a blog back in Secondary 1, but abandoned it 3 months later, due to the same reason. Now, in Upper Secondary, once again I to be finding distaste in putting my life on the display stage. Old habits die hard.

Not saying I'm a self-declared antisocial, just that I'll only be making occasional posts from now on. And they won't be about my daily life, even I myself find them too boring, how can I subject my readers to blind themselves on them?

Perhaps a new poem once in a while, or some special event that happened. It's going to be harder because I now have another website to attend to, the school's e-newsletter site.

Being the newly appointed Chief Editor of that site may not turn out to be as easy as I thought. Writing articles elaborating upon happenings in school may sound simple, but it's more than just regurgitating what I saw in terms of facts, facts, and more facts. Yes, I do write often, and I do have confidence in my writing, but if my articles were to come under scrutiny of the teaching staff, then I'll have to put in a lot more time and effort to ensure quality. Which means I'll have to pump more colour to my language.

Yes, so now I'll need to get back to the school's e-newsletter. Busy, busy...

By the way, while I'm at it, kind and supportive students of EVG Sec, please do take the time to read the e-newsletter of our school @ http://evg-vibes.blogspot.com/

I may not have anything posted on it right now, but I'll have to put some articles up soon. Thank you all so much.