Sunday, November 19
Who reads the signs, I put on my lawn?
Although it reads, 'Keep Off The Grass'
I really mean, 'Welcome'
Welcome to my life, so that you may judge me,
hate me, confuse me for someone else,
think of me as a friend, hold me in high regard,
like me, borrow my books, steal my spare change,
ask me the time, hold my hand.
Shoot me the next time I promise you guys I'll be blogging more often, cause it ain't gonna happen. I've been a bum now that alls left is PhysicsChem MCQ which starts in about forteen hours. Heh, we all know why the hell I even bother to count, don't we.
So the school's drama production,
good hakka girls grow up to be good nurses, played on Friday night. Wasn't all that bad, maybe a gazzilion times worst than anything I've ever seen in my life, but we've got to give it up to the amateurs who if I may say, rocked the little, minute stage located on the 3rd floor of the Tampines Regional Library. Whooptidoo. But it was fun, i guess. Got to spend my quiet Friday with all of my goons (:
Lunched at the British Club today with Mum. It's good to celebrate the feminin side of our family, which I for one, sometimes ignore. Being a guy is somehow more, Rock&Roll, if you know what I mean. But nonetheless, the food was great and my Mum's amazing. & I'm glad I didn't turn out a boy.
It's cold, it's unfeeling, this steel carapace we call our hearts.
Exacting with precise accuracy the measured beats per minute.
One after the other, one to a hundred, hundred to infinite.
It never asks for a rest, it just ceases when it ceases,
From fatigue, from stress, from over-exertion, from abuse.
When the gears stop churning or go all out of sync,
that's when you know you've run out of seconds,
minutes and hours.
I'm really looking forward to the weeks ahead. I wouldn't say I deserve the break, but it sure feels like I need it. My brain needs to delve into more unimportant and materialistic elements in life. HAHAHAH. But hey, the word of truth never hurt anyone now did it?
Every word uttered.
Every finger pointed.
Every furtive glance.
Every face in a crowd.
Every broken promise.
Every awkward gift.
Every hushed whisper.
Every held breath.
Every second that passes
widens the gap
between past and present.
Between were, was and is
only serves to drive you further
away.
I wonder where you are.I wonder if you're reading this.I wonder how you've been.And it's stupid to think,that everytime I post an entry,I'm trying to reach you in some insignificant way.That every poem I write, every line deplored,is all a desperate,juvenile,ploy on my partto impress you.But I guess it's not workingbecause you neither hear nor care.
din
