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23 September 2007 ! at 9:16 PM ! To hear your replys all so curt. Silence on a long bus ride, It's you but a different side. Perhaps you think I never care, And your temper to me will flare. But that's where you've gone so very wrong, Because I've been there since you were born. A shoulder to you I'll lend, Your sorrows away I hope to send. To you I'll offer protection, And of course, my love uncondition. A hug is not too much to ask for, To you I can give so much more. I'll do everything to see you smile, Nothing's considered an extra mile. But only if you allow me to, Otherwise I'll feel like a fool. Maths is not my biggest fear, Because my nightmares are your tears. And when you cry my heart just shatters, Like a rose that has just withered. So please, please do not weep, Bring back the you that is so sweet. Written in view of recent events. ): Si jiang ling wants to see my past poems and i'm lazy to save and pass via thumb drive. So here they are, just because of one stupid cow's desire. Ah I was depressed after this certain incident earlier this year. Thank God I've gotten over it now. The cool breeze blows, chases the heat away. If only it'll chase the wounds away. The rain drizzles, washes the dark imprint away. If only it'll wash the hurt away. Words said cannot be taken back. Actions done cannot be undone. The moonlight shines, like a spotlight over the dancing couple. But behind the masks, love's gone missing. A family potrait, picture perfect it seems. But beneath those smiles, lay tears and fights and loud voices. They scare the kid within each one, yet nobody's bothering to stop. The wrong person's talking, the wrong person's not. The computer's hanging, the words would have to stop. This poem becomes quite stupid at the last two sentences, but I guess they bring a sort of closure? :// Conversation poem for guides. All around me I see, dying plants and trees. Dead birds from the sky, no longer can they fly. Insects and animals going extinct, their carcasses are stinking. The heavens above are weeping as the falling rain, can you feel and hear their cries and pain? Look around you and think again, you are losing everything with nothing to gain. Is this a world that you would like? A world so dead and without life. Another guides poem, sherylt helped me to edit it until it's so good! :D All alone she sits at her desk, With only her canvas, brushes and no less. Oblivious to the time swiftly passing, She knows only of her passion for drawing. An introverted girl she is, She never allowed others her works to see. For fear of embarrassment, She was not in the least bit confident. She went on drawing during lectures, Only to have Miss Shervoski confiscate her sketches. Deep inside her little heart tore, But to no one could her troubles be poured. The school bell rang and children filed out, She walked up to Miss Shervoski; her heart filled with doubt. Mustering up what little courage she had, She mumbled an apology and asked for her works back. As Miss Shervoski said this, a smile lit up the timid girl's face, "Hey you little talent, you have what it takes to be a drawing ace." "Go on, join an international art competition." "Unleash your creativity, live out your dreams" – that was the theme of her upcoming mission. A simple work of art she sent in, Yet it told of her passion for drawing. Her masterpiece was of what she did every day, A girl in an empty cold room – drawing in her own unique way. She came in third as the youngest winner of age, And her prize was a place in a well-acclaimed art college. Her dream of drawing endlessly was finally fulfilled, For no longer would her life be at a tilt. Drawing for a living or for leisure, To her it was just simply: pure pleasure. Heh and this one, I help ziying with it! Or did I write it for her? Bleah I can't remember, it was last year's I think! In his room sitting on a chair, Writing a song as he breathes the air. Never he cared about the time rapidly passing, Only knew about his passion of composing. Though without much confidence he hoped to accomplish, But was enraged with himself at the frustration it came with. Every song he had finished, mistakes was all he saw, And his scripts were left to yellow, with every single flaw. There may be miracles when you believe, Though hope is delicate. Because he had never let it go inside, Still he perseveres. Trying every sleepless night, Just to keep his dream alive. His passion like a fire’s light, He was unwilling to just let it die. He made up his mind and told himself, Life’s too short to be fearful, Never afraid to face the world against all odds. You don’t have to take the blame. Just another day, He finally looked over the bad parts and published it. But when he finally realized, this world ceased imperfection. He let his creativity soar and his work to be displayed. Unleash your creativity, live out your dreams – he named it. My God God made me unique in a special way, And He blessed me every single day. He gave me a heart so that I can love, And a pair of hands for me to serve. Everyday He sees me through, As I eat, sleep and go to school. He helps me to overcome, All my problems and keep me from harm. And every night before I go to bed, With him I need to communicate. And in Him I can confide, All my deeds, evil or kind. I close my eyes and fell on my knees, And said a prayer I knew I need. My prayer to Him I knew was sent, And in His mind formed a great plan. He can work miracles and do great things, And help me to resist each and every sin. The emptiness in me He fills, And all my wounds He will heal. He saved me from eternal hell, And picked me up when I fell. He's my comforter when I am sad, And my best friend when I feel glad. His presence in my life is what I long for, His miracles I witnessed and saw. To Him I feel the need to worship, For He's my shepherd and I'm His sheep. His love for me I cannot measure, I only know that He is my treasure. He deserves my love and praises all my life, For only He is my God, my Lord, my pure delight. Aiyah no more already lah, jiang ling. Or at least I think the others I never pen it down. Tata! <3, CASS. 17 September 2007 ! at 12:36 AM ! You know there's this word called accident, it means something that has happened that no one wants it to. Take the case of a senior who has accidentally dropped a flag onto the floor. Sure, it was wrong of her, but was there a need to condemn her? I don't think so. This particular nice senior who's so gentle and sweet, barely even raises her voice at anyone, and I mean anyone. As a senior yourself, I think what you should do is to reflect on your actions and how you could have improved and set a much better example, not help others to reflect on their actions. That's their problem. Perhaps you'll like to take a look at how you and your batch handles the flags, if you dare tell me there's nothing wrong, I'll box myself now because it'll spell the end of crescent guides. Perhaps yes, as juniors you don't see the background scenes and tend to shoot your mouths off, but I don't think there was a need to go public either. In any case, this thing called common sense would tell you that of course the kind souls who bother to organise and run this camp would be even more tired than all you ingrates out there. But of course, there're always exceptional people who don't seem to have any common sense, just perhaps the camp has more participants who lack common sense. This is a sad thing to note and I pity all of those who do not have. May all you ingrates get some common sense into your heads, as soon as possible I hope, the world would do much better without people who lack common sense. Anyway, I've promised this particular friend that I'll try not to be too harsh. At least I didn't scold, the above was a gentle reminder. (: <3, CASS. 03 September 2007 ! at 4:15 AM ! Yesterday was combined tribe bbq. I felt quite bad after the bbq. Because I was sulking through the bbq ): I was pretty much insulted by someone who told me to go away when I was controlling the fire. That person insulted my fire skills. ):< And I miss practising my fire skills, all that blowing long and hard. Bbq somehow reminded me of guides and I miss guides a lot ): I miss all that outdoor cooking and camping and campfires! ): Anyway yeah so after I was insulted I pretty much ignored the person and walk away whenever the person talked. And after that I felt quite bad because I know the person doesn't know that the person has offended me. Oh wells, it has all blown over. Stupid sc is using fantastic vocabulary in his short paragraphs on his blog. I shall learn from him and I shall compete with him. I am now in the mood to write and essay. Yes, in the middle of the night at 3.15 am. I think I'm going crazy. Curiosity Jiayi stood tip-toed on the toilet seat, trying her best to peer at whatever was on top of the bathroom window pane. "There's nothing," she said, irritated at her younger sister for disturbing her. "There is!" Jiaxin insisted. The little six-year old was certain she had seen some sort of insect moving on top the window pane. She was scared stiff, and had shrieked at the top of her lungs for her nine-year old sister to come. She had refused to shower till the insect was caught. "You're just too short," Jiaxin sneered, mocking her sister for being small sized. "I am not!" Jiayi retorted, feeling the anger rising up within her. "Why don't you place a stool on top of the toilet seat, I'm sure you'll be able to see better," Jiaxin suggested, now afraid that her sister will leave her in the toilet alone. Jiayi was about to give up trying; she was almost certain her sister was having her on. "This must be one of her usual tricks," she thought furiously to herself. But just then, Jiayi saw something moving on the window pane. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she saw the insect's shadow fluttering across the window pane. She was every bit as afraid as her younger sister was, but she was not about to show it. Besides, she had to find out what that insect was and catch it; she could always frighten Jiaxin later. Vacillating, Jiayi finally decided to heed her sister's 'advice'; curiosity was getting the better of her. She placed the dirty-white coloured stool on top of the toilet seat, and climbed gingerly on top of the toilet seat. She took one final look at Jiaxin, only to find her sister nodding her head and egging her on. Jiaxin balanced the stool and warily lifted one foot onto the stool. Wavering in her stance, young Jiaxin felt fear creeping into her heart steathily as waves of acid washed up her stomach. She was definitely in a precarious position. With a deep breath, Jiayi lifted her other foot off the toilet seat and tried to balanced on the stool. Almost immediately the stool slid off the smooth marble toilet seat, sending Jiayi flying to the pink tiled floor. It was all too sudden; the next second Jiayi was lying on the ground, holding her left wrist in pain and screaming blue murder. Her parents came dashing in, apprehensive of what they would find. Their faces blanched in horror as they saw their precious daughter lying in anguish on the floor. Mrs Lim ran forward, cuddling the little girl and checking for wounds on her. Mr Lim looked on anxiously, uncertain of what he should do. "Ouch, Mummy, my left wrist hurts a lot," Jiayi whimpered between sobs. After a quick discussion, the two adults decided to bring their daughter to the hospital immediately; they were afraid it could be life threatening. Jiaxin tagged along, fear slowly engulfing her as it became clear to her that Jiayi was gravely injured. Little Jiaxin started snivelling and immediately held her hands together, praying fervently that God would miraculously heal her sister. It seemed like eternity till the Lims arrived at the nearest hospital. Mr Lim carried Jiayi's frail, feather-like body into the Accident and Emergency Section, timorous that any further delay would harm his darling daughter. Doctors in white robes rushed about, tending to patients all over. Jiayi was brought into a room and the doctor on duty gently prodded at the swollen wrist. Jiayi was sent for an x-ray and the results showed that she had fractured her left wrist. That night, Jiayi was admitted into the hospital for further observations and her left wrist was placed in a plain white cast. As she lay alone on the hospital bed, Jiayi reflected on the night's events and learnt a paramount lesson. She finally understood the meaning of 'curiosity kills the cat'. <3, CASS. |