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Sunday, March 28, 2010
It was a explosive day yesterday. I sincerely thank all who attended my birthday meet, and also towards those who passed me their best wishes. Thank you to all of you!27th of April was immensely enjoyable, credit goes to friends who made it possible. To those who could not be present, I missed every single one of you, no doubt. Despite celebrating my birthday 4 days earlier, the elation was not lacking.
I have to say, all that frisbee games, poker card showdowns and 'Choosing the Eater' brought about much laughter. One more thing guys, my sofa isn't one for an orgy. Next time you guys wanna check each other out, try not to make it so obvious.
Don't feel like I have the diligence to do uploading of photos today, I'll do it on the next post. Promise. There are really some funny scenes I have to show.
Special thanks goes to Shao Qiang as well, who cancelled his tuition in order to attend my birthday party.
Ugh, I actually ate a piece of fruit first time in many months. Thanks to the forceful coercing from someone. I don't really like eating fruits... They taste funny.
So, I hope all 14 of you enjoyed the pizza, the cake, the games, and of course, Me. You have my deepest gratitude for relaying to me this joy through such a crazy roller-coaster ride. Haha.
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Actually, I'm still reeling from my Common Test Overall results, which hasn't at all been anything good. It is a huge blow, kind of. No point mulling over it, I guess, might as well get actions around it.
Once in a while, a poem or two pops into my mind. However, anyone who writes any piece of literature will tell you that writing literature isn't like writing a report. You can't write it just because it is required and needed.
For me, poems flow in times of emotional stirs, be it for the good or for worse. Coincidentally, poems are somehow my own signals towards myself about what's going through my mind. Sometimes I see things better when they're expressed in word art.
Not that 'Word Art' in Powerpoint. The art of expressive words, as such.
Anyway, let's not stray. Here is 'Forgotten Reminiscence', please take your time reading through. Fragments of my soul lie in there, please do not miss any of them, for I myself cannot retrieve them on my own...
The hands of the clock has flew without me knowing,
Once delectable and vivid,
Now stale and dying.
Remains are only battered words in livid.
Footfalls in that familiar patch of green,
Has now relinquished its position,
Turns into echoing growls in where we have once been,
In my voice there is no longer any elocution.
I do not know how to comprehend,
When I can no longer differentiate between butterflies and moths.
The beauty in your wings I cannot pretend,
But likewise my eyes do not deny your morph.
Once the air itself smelled of maple syrup,
Now it is brimmed with onion fumes.
I thought I tasted sweetness in that cup,
Realised I was standing in the middle of desert dunes.
Never have I felt so alive,
Yet so lacking in feelings.
Unconsciously falling into an ever-darkening orifice,
Heart numbed by capricious dealings.
~Fingers trembling, hands shaky.
William.
"You say I'm brave, I'm glad to listen to those very words. But my bravery would not need to be present, if fears were not there in the first place."
... Here I leave, leaving behind with you only a faint silhouette. Even one day, this shadow will slowly fade into the trees I've walked under, the puddles I've stepped over, and the skies I once looked at.
