to the two of you :D

This is not written by me :D this is a song by Joshua Radin, it is an awesome song that i want to just dedicate to your joyous marriage that is fast approaching :D
it is called: today

the link is below-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbXTIb3J1Qc

Shoelaces untied
You can dry your eyes
Perfect shadows alive
Behind us
This is the day i make you mine

The way your hair lies
Sometimes unrecognized
All the way from these today
On a train
Nothing to say if there's still time

But you are the one
I've been wating for today
And here comes the sun
That's been baiting on today

Lately i've lost my tongue
Today you found the sun
I know not long has grown
Well i thank god u came along

But you are the one
I've been waitng for today
And here comes the sun
That's been baiting on today

You looked right through me
When there was no one else
I am Side beside you and became myself
Today... today

imagine a better world

there are just sometimes that we need to sit back and contemplate. To not care what the rest of the world thinks even though you very well know what they are about to say. And sometimes the world is just totally absurd. Like today i was stopped at the gate of the school just because i decided that i would wear PE uniform to school rather than that piece of crap (polo tee) because it is bloody warm and it just is not practical to wear the polo tee. But thank you... they had to tell us to get out , and even come up with rationale why we should go away. As if that was not enough they had to remind us of what they said and of course lie about the claim that this has always been their stand. WHAT THE HELL!!! I have always worn that for a study leave to return to school. IT IS ABSURD! TOTALLY ABSURD! there is NO RATIONALE behind it. erm excuse me if it was for SECURITY reasons as you blatantly claim is it not obvious that it bears the school badge. Oh wait maybe it is too small... maybe because it is smaller than that of the polo tee. Oh wait i know, maybe you ARE BLOODY ANAL! bloody hell... as if that was not enough, they had to complain against wearing shoes, flats. SERIOUSLY WHAT ON EARTH!!!! what is wrong about wearing proper dress shoes?! hmmm maybe because it actually goes with a SHIRT AND PANTS ?! if you gibbering clowns did not realize ... shirt and pants goes with shoes... SHOES !!! ordinary shoes I BELIEVE THAT THE SCHOOL RULES HAS NO RULE AGAINST THAT !!! it is only against brightly coloured shoes . apparently dress shoes come in black and Brown which... if you did not study art i will tell you that it is a DULL colour... bloody ass holes ! Wait so if i had come naked top you would have allowed me into school? cos i believe that i am wearing school pants... and there is no rule against coming in naked top... WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO ?! there is no rationale and there is no proper reasoning, even if has been mentioned... it DOES NOT MAKE SENSE ! is this is the Singaporean society > ... TOTALLY INFLEXIBLE.... is this our civil service ?! and we call ourselves SRJCians with character imagination and values... well there is no value in being anal is there... nor can you have imagination if you are so bloody inflexible... wait and character... hell with it ... A levels matter more. the world wants to see paper not people. So this is a message to the ultra ANAL and totally inflexible discipline committe if you see this... BLOODY GO CLIMB A TREE...maybe the falling might knock some sense into you!!!

Now ...onto less annoying stuff... :D

Poetry... I have really thought this poem through... If i am not wrong i thought these 2 poems over the 10th of august and 12th of august

Lenses the eyes do not see
clearly clear
the icy waters off the
cold Artic

Enterprises of the mind
they all are useless
working the cogs

and gears
this mad meandering world
weakness and majestic

Operationally dysfunctional
closure and my mind is only a blank

sheets of paper notes and pamphlets dropped from the
humming sounds
above...

bombs drop from the blue
turning the scene white.

Ash Ash my skin is melted
torn away. made asunder
the white napalm. holes bored into by
gaping body.

A green A red.
Dies irae Dies illa
Washington at the helm

paint of my flesh
masquerading dances
that don't make sense

All blurred a conflagration
don't wake the sleeping dogs
they are boxed up. lined up

proper and neat
covered with paper
fires and smoke
dampen the green with rain.

My tomorrows are wasted
a drunk soliloquy
a band of musicians

The music abhors me

Poppies fall from the autumn
opium smokes
all static in their place

All centered.


So what is this poem about... (i decided to write this because so many people are so confused...) So this poem is about the modern world, the follies of man, and at the helm is USA. Yea it is kinda a blame game. But man has become a blank paper just going through life. purposeless and just going on and on. delving further into a robotic nature. that everything that we do apparently for pleasure is just a smoke screen, an opium that numbs the pain of the modern world. but everyday seems like a waste where we just dance to the tune of society. And we are unable to see clearly now because all we have is work work work... and it blinds us to simpler things and we may not even know the day of reckoning is at hand because we are busy, drunk, with the self and what the self can achieve through work. I hope it helps...

To my Jie

poems that i can just come up with at a whim. 

This is kinda like a thing that i am experimenting with, where people say poems out in random verses, the poetry doesnt have to make sense at first but eventually the topic will be clear. It is like dropping a blot of ink onto a piece of paper. It begins as only one large blot at first, then it spreads and whatever happens next is just up to the blot of ink. So it is kinda like the mind chooses what the eyes choose to see. Whatever is written on the paper is like a dance, expressionistic and not so much of achieving a goal in mind, it is a photograph of expression. So that is my current experimentation Expression on paper. 

now to deviate... i have sudden inspiration...to write this poem is dedicated to my jie... 

The sweet of life, 

the bitter. A few months old, 

only a child. 

Eating is difficult

yet she is patient, slowly, slowly. 

Not a mother, a shelter hide me. 

Under her wings i sit, 

shelter me from the rain

tears down her back. Brazen, strong to the elemental 

turmoil. 

teacher, one that i follow after, 

like a child after his mother. 

Not a mother. 

leaving is painful to me 

as she goes on, the kiss that i did not return 

only to find this lasts 

for a summer. 

This may be a bit weird perhaps impersonal you may think but, i hope it is something.... Dear jie, there is little i can say. this is all i have to say to you: I love you, from the beginning of the day till the evening shadows. I love you as much as the height of the sky to the depths of the ocean floor. I love you just the way you are, even though you say you are full of flaws, yet all i can see is this crazy beautiful girl. You are the sweet part of my school life, that chocolate coating over all the cake. Without you, it would be plain and totally uninteresting. All i can say is a big thank you. 

just read the last paragraph .

there comes a point in time where people are just extras in the world. And you are just thrown into the limelight, and you really hate it at times. Yea this sounds like another emo rant. Please bear with it... 

So what am i about to talk about ?... hmmm  how about what human life is. 

Like what shakespeare had said, all the worlds a stage and all the men and women merely actors they have their entrances and exits and in their life they play many parts. really ? I doubt. That is too idealized a view... men and women are what they are from the very day they were born, they create their own entrances and exits, and in life you can sometimes search for that one thing for the rest of your life. People create their own future (like you needed to be told). But what we do, everyday affects us, it imprints us with future choices. It is only a repetitive cycle all of it, education, work, day in day out... They call this preparing for retirement... REALLY WAKE UP! what is working all day going to bring you ? there needs to be spice in your life, doing things that the world would find absurd and ridiculous, doing things that are just totally not productive like reading books such as the communist manifesto or perhaps reciting random verses of Geoffery chaucer in middle english. Like painting a mural or writing emotional poetry. But no, we would rather rest at a pub, entertaining friends and drinking, or perhaps read how we should manage our time. Hanging out with friends talking out stuff is dead important to me, don't get me wrong but sometimes they just get in the way of things you want to do. 

I am being called self centered that i desire the world to be what I want it to be ... which is not wrong, what is wrong about a world that I would love everyone to be what i want them to be. I have ideals you have ideals too, just don't impose them on others. Judgement is highly important, without judgement everything will be in chaos, we are all bred with a different sense of judgement some more liberal than others but all with the same innate value system (i mean most sane people).

Really people need to kick back, we are just at times so busy at doing things that we forget who we are and lose our center. Like the bible said, what is the use of gaining the whole world and lose our soul? (paraphrased). There needs to be time where you can just kick back and relax, just be human again and do something crazy! life is not worth it to be wasted, yea our choices affect our future, i dont mean go streaking in public or something really really out of the bounds nor does it mean sit back on your couch to watch tele (though trying to finish the entire series of friends the entire day is considered crazy). what i mean is to Stretch the bounds of society, perhaps wear weird clothing to go shopping, perhaps eat turkish food, make unleavened bread from scratch, learn and use latin for the entire day. It is up to you. So this is the message i am promoting, to do something Crazy everyday. Ya maybe sometimes i am a hypocrite cos i am quite conservative at times. So relax people... life is more than 9-5... more than shopping and feeding consumerism... it is more than sitting in front of the computer blogging hahaaha!!!! it is all about IMMORTALITY  and HAVING FUN ! immortality in leaving a part of yourself behind, for the world to remember you by. Having fun in a really wicked way! 

Right... i have stopped ranting... 

now onto something that i believe people want to read... I believe that my poetry is often confusing or perhaps it is too complex... but in all actuality... it is rather simple. Firstly, question the way you read the poem, my advise... to really understand it read it out loud. follow the punctuation and it may make more sense than on paper. next, the poems often are quite depressing and mostly confessional, I was going through a difficult time... so here is the context in which i was writing : I was going through my stuff on my table, and trying to pack it and because it is really messy- reason for the really incoherent sentences. I had a argument with a friend and therefore i decided to use death to symbolize the silence between us both and the killing a part of me inside. Also because of this i have regarded things as useless, and not worthy, as a means of expressing how much this friendship means to me and what is happening to me internally. Most of my poetry follows a modernist stylistic, difficult to follow and hardly making sense. Currently i am trying to create a new form of poetry that is different from others so it may make the poems more confusing and more absurd... most are experiments. So i greatly require CRITICISM ! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU JUST SAY WHAT YOU FEEL TO ME ABOUT WHAT I WRITE... and don't flatter me... if you hate it just say (i may not listen to you though haha!) BUT SERIOUSLY COMMENT ON MY POETRY BECAUSE I NEED THE CRITICISM. NOT FOR POPULARITY BUT WAYS TO IMPROVE AS WELL BECAUSE IT IS AN EXPERIMENT OF POETIC FORMS. 

if you bothered to read through i thank you :D