music//soul

Sunday, March 30, 2008

tune up --

such pretty little leaves, painted and engraved
unto the cold shine of china ware.

engraved, upon this mass of swirling vines -
a dark cloud grown round the fragile figure
of an orient beauty's innocence.

propped with my bare flesh, an image
snarls at me through her ceramic polish
sparking my impulse with its hideous features
further sharpened even when heavily smoothed

- that wishes all's a skyward scream, with my grip released
and a season of puzzle pieces to finally kiss the floor.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

tune up --

hello i don't feel like i've talked to you in the very near past, so i shall post on your blog. i suppose you're spamming yourself with imustwinshizz, so hhahaha good luck and hopefully we'll both winnn.

sorry for wasting your time
five long months on the telephone line
hours of asking if you were fine
and saying i was fine too

sorry but i've got to go
the birth was quick but the death is slow
there was so much i didn't know
and so much i never knew about you

and so we disconnect, the room grows quiet around us
its called the life effect, will it always surround us?

and so we disconnect, the room grows quiet around us
nothing left to protect, the end has finally found us

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

tune up --

cross

at present, together we contemplate
and i see these tumultous forecasts
how we wished an analogue's hands
could somehow turn the reverse way
but that would never be - we step
in rhythm with their mindless crawls

so please please do not hold me tight
for sometime there's an inevitable divide
and my blood has sometime splattered
moving ahead with unbreakable bonds in way
we won't want that to happen - its painful.

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Monday, March 10, 2008

tune up --

ok then ms fickle.

tonight you're a weird ass.

and i think i shall forget about what happened last night.

cos you were weird to the point of bitchy towards the end of the conversation.

i shall blame it on my oversensitivity.

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Saturday, March 8, 2008

tune up --

jgs night was so funny. the whole day was so queer. and odd. I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the things that happened.

Well after I finished school, we went for RI-northland second round match and we WON 2-0!! but my play throughout the tournament was rather sparse. Went to ask the coach about what I had done wrong, and he said hey you have done nothing wrong, but the game is tight and we need the players who best fit their role in the pitch. But that does not mean you do not play well, try your best and I am sure you would be in the first 11 next year. And I'm glad you asked me that question.

Wondering whether I should focus on hockey or debates. I mean in debates everyone's either talented, committed or competitive. And most of them have actually given up their core ccas to strive for this passion. Its either that I chickened out from my role as a debater at the end of secondary 2, or its that I really thought I had much more pleasure hitting balls with my hockey stick than to debate on the floor. Perhaps its both, but really am not sure myself.

"Lets watch out for Renjie, Nickquah, Benmak, Adil, Jarret, Zhiyuan. They all have their talents. WORK HARD. BEAT THEM ALL. BE IN THE TEAM." When I hear that I'm rather lol about it you know. Its quite funny how people strive real hard to get in to the team, either because they love debates, they are good at debates, they are good at everything, they want to be in the team, they want to get out of the shadows of their fellow debaters, or they're just plain studious. One may realize that much as I love my teammates, they do not really talk at the same wavelength as I do. Their talk is highly intellectual, their lowest level of discussion is advanced DotA strategies. It may range from that to economical viewpoints or some political ideology they discussed in RA history or something. Chim chim. And most of all they talk about debates all the time. They want to win this. They want to be in the team next year.

So wow am I committed enough for that? I would have to answer this question sooner or later.

And JGs we won as well. Kinda convincingly, a unanimous decision by the adjudicators and the floor. 3-0!!! but the other teams that we knew better didn't make it. Hsien got a best speaker though, as well as Rach Quah. But no its quite sad. I bet they may all be emoing after the debates on msn, which is why I KICK MYSELF FOR SLEEPING SO EARLY.

But don't take it to heart you guys. Kick ass for third round k? (:

And YOU GOT THE PIMP IN DAH HOUSE RAFFLES DEBATERS. AND RAFFLES HOCKEY.

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Monday, March 3, 2008

tune up --

one's going down.

i hope the other lasts.

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Sunday, March 2, 2008

tune up --

My white sands are sparsely stamped
with chunks of colours washed from sea
some carry much joy, and are thus kissed
and dangle as windchimes crafted in memories
but with these jingles I tread on the fragilities
of unseen emotions, which silently
collapse like eggshells beneath my soles
snatched by waves before I notice their bleeds

with others they journey, float along life's currents
and even through this mesh of palettes, we
build beautiful rainbows which wash themselves ashore;
a sparkling finish to this canvas, mere sketches
without all the world's unpolished impressions

ordered by SOMEONE to post today. was tired luh. went to sleep before I posted this. Strangely woke up at 7.2 something.

Sometimes when I write poetry I totally lose my sense of judgement and time. For example while I was writing the poem above I was feeling lethargic but I sort of forgot about it and didn't realize that 2 hours passed after I finished writing it. I dunno what happened between 12 and 2 am last night. The moment I came back to my senses it was all gone. :/

But I do remember the stuff both of us said last night, and the stuff we talked about from the afternoons. Its surprising how we all evolved in seven months. Its surprising how our characters have turned for the better in such a short span. Its surprising how two people who once didn't really know each other well, with one being a real pissoff to the other, become such good friends. (: And eehsien unknowingly makes me learn to treasure who I have at the moment. Thus that's what I am doing now. We should treasure these moments together, as one day it may never be the same.

Work hard in debates, hockey. Can't go for hockey today cos of a few skin injuries that may flare up. Tomorrow's the game. Friday's JGs night. Will try to rush there on time, with a deodorant spray. Good luck to all that are debating. Should one day get my game up, debating is disappearing on my list of priorities. In fact I have quite a few priorities.

hsien
hockey
poetry
literature
life
acads
and debates is at the bottom rung.
Surprisingly.
I'm fading into the stage I once loved, melting into the shadows of the competitive.
after competition I would _________. Totally.

I love you. (:
you rock (:
smile always (:
keep it up (:
cheer up (:
thanks (:
(:

and as I plod along beneath these starry skies, one day an angel would beckon, and as I rise with the light I'll tear with every snip of the heartstrings tying me down

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Saturday, March 1, 2008

tune up --

this is proof that i have gone completely nuts

ON THE TELEPHONE LINE I AM ANYONE says:
why are you offline
ON THE TELEPHONE LINE I AM ANYONE says:
are you offline?
ON THE TELEPHONE LINE I AM ANYONE says:
why are you offline and talking to me
ON THE TELEPHONE LINE I AM ANYONE says:
okay you are offline
ON THE TELEPHONE LINE I AM ANYONE says:
wait you're online
ON THE TELEPHONE LINE I AM ANYONE says:
wait are you there or not?!

haha but thanks for today. i don't know what you did, but you did something. i still don't know why i sound like no.1, but heck and i don't really know what you sound like. it's some random R&B song which i have yet to figure.

so anyway my life is in a jumble, but it isn't jumbled up yet, and i will continue to believe it will work. because sometimes when you know what people are gonna say, you just don't want to listen to it.

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travis is playing
the glass chimes, it
enclaves into her heart
entwining the laces of
the wired soul

her dress follows the
path of the wind; pleats
and bracelets, they paint
a picture of silvery,
metallic delight

the sea is turquoise
it's the colour of her
eyes, mixed with the dark
of the day: she is
untouchable.

we stare apart, and
in the second breath
we break apart.

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