Saturday, February 24, 2007
And I forget, just why I taste. Oh yeah I guess it makes me smile. I found it hard, it was hard to find...Oh well, whatever,never mind.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
When this is all over, when everything has faded away, when every tear has been wiped off your cheek and when beads of sweat no longer drip from your brow, I'll take your hand, and together we'll walk into the marvellous light. I'll walk with you through the misty pine, scooping up earth while smelling a fresh breeze tinged with lavender and we'll walk slowly to avoid the rustling of leaves beneath our bare feet. When this has ended, after the rain has fallen to wash away the years we shall step into the glowing puddles and let the water cascade slowly around the ankles, cooling our scorched soles as rays of light pour down upon us. When all this is over, we will laugh. A hearty, thunderous laugh, set to pass down its echos into the valleys and the hills, the mountainous regions covered with tufts of sweet grass, a laughter rolling with the wind, mixing and interacting till it becomes one. When all this is over, there will be no gray, there will be no furrows upon thy brow and all will come together in perfect, resplendent liberty and our hearts will leap with joy, relief and tender tiredness, a tiredness that evokes wizened smiles from wizened faces. Something evil has passed. We remember it not but as we lay upon the lush meadows and gaze into the deep red of the setting sun we know that we have passed it by, some day, some way, or another.
I've never really cared about academic awards and scholarly merit, for the last time I got an award, besides the one or two Eagles prizes was the Top 10 in PSLE prize in primary school. But today, when I learnt that hey I'm not topping History no more, and I ain't getting no prize on Founder's Day, it well, sucked.
I just might have stepped into the light, in IB and if I gain nothing else besides an increased dependence on caffiene, at least I've developed a desire for coherence, organization and evidence in the way I think, write and speak, no thanks to the destroyer of weak arguments himself, Mr Alvin Tan and his teaching has translated into personally satisfying results for History and I hope, for TOK as well. But ahhhh, the crux of the matter is that topping History, apart from it being my first area of my educational process that I'm actually proud of, actually meant to me, that heyy maybe I have a wee bit of substance to match... ah knn. What's the point.
Damn hollow victory you know. All because my midyears sucked. Argh thought I could have a cert, an invite to the overpriced reception with the minimal food for my parents to relive the halcyon days of Top in Mother Tounge in primary three and Second in Class in Primary Four. But no.. Haha.
And I shall stop before this degenerates into shit about life's cruel ironies. and bittersweet moments. Happy early valentine's day, by the way.
Yeah, the two of you at the back..
Delivered at 9:04 PM;
Saturday, February 10, 2007
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Finally Fixed, a bar of metal hangs on the hinges of my door high above. High for my reach, but not unreachable. Order is restored.
