a deeper shade of blue

05.06.11

2011-06-08T16:21:00.018+08:00

Dear ger,

I've wished you joy since first I saw you
3 years ago when I fell in love with your smile
I promised myself
to always do everything I can to bring you happiness

2 years ago when you cried on my shoulder
I promised myself
to always be your shoulder to cry on
to always stay by your side through times both good and bad

1 year ago when you supported me in my time of weakness and doubt
I promised myself
to always trust you
and to always be truthful to our love

now standing in front of everyone here
I solemnly promise to you
to always keep those three promises I have made
so long as we shall both live

Thank you for loving me
I love you

secret wedding

i've wished you joy since first i saw you

2010-01-17T17:30:00.001+08:00

joy is...
seeing that whiteness of wings in your mouth
that i wish will never subside

the rainbow in a black bin

2009-12-01T19:03:00.004+08:00

hope for the fallen
lie in the bird nest ferns
catchers in the tree of life
silently recieving the fallen crown
turning brown to green again
whose to say such new life is lowly?
some spend their whole lives
searching for their rainbow in vain
i found mine in a black plastic trash bin
while washing it out on a sunny day
touching that misty rainbow ---
happiness no pot of gold can buy
simple joy i find so complex to enjoy
such is the irony of my life

skip a turn and you never return

big red strawberry farm

2009-10-19T17:46:00.019+08:00

This post and this world. non of it makes sense.

she turned to say something but her words were lost in the camera

pink mozart

2009-02-12T12:31:00.014+08:00

Mozart is pink. fluffy fluffy love. innocent and pure.
Beethoven is blue. calm like cloudless skies. waves of joy from raging seas.
Rachmonioff is red. the peaks and depths of love. sad yet passionate. don't stop believing.
Debussy is purple. playful yet serene. pale yet beautiful. a frail hope but hard to kill.
Schubert is amber. brights of orange and mellows of yellow. stops and gos in life one must bravely face. bliss and happiness awaits.
Brahms is golden. fleeting autumn leaves and everlasting silver birches.
Schumann is green. a glimpse of neverland. nature's youth and grace.
Chopin is white. sparkling furry towards the complexities of life. simplicity that encompasses all.

there is just one melody. wistfully wistfully. as if to sing.
lalalalala.

animal machines

2008-11-27T12:12:00.006+08:00

Hysteria is being in a bus interchange on a sleep deprived morning
the dead chill and stillness of the air conditioning
and the sound of high heels
deafening thuds on cold hard concrete drowning out the soft morning
thousands and thousands of thuds
differing in tone and frequencies without order nor rhythm
echoing off the hallow walls
striking at the back of my sore head
like a bad hangover on a working monday
from a cocktail of noisy heels
straight to the head
why must people wear high heels?
they personify this crazy world
when they run and wobble after buses with unsightly gaits

We are prisoners of this city
'sadness is only the start of the weight we carry
as the free man never thinks of escape
i find different exits but the walls never fall
and time becomes my medusa
turning me to stone
a shell as spiraled as
a dream' - the thread my sanity hangs by

atlas: "freedom is a country that does not exist."
heracles: "it's home if home is where you want to be."
now zeus was anxious for real heroes don't think
and human kind continues in ignorance because knowledge destroys them

"without really seeing them he was staring at the faint stars still swimming in the damp sky"

of capybaras and carrots

2008-07-01T23:06:00.008+08:00

its bright orange colour reflects its goodness
and you feel its semi rough texture
while gripping it firmly with your hand
you then hear the crisp sound produced
when sharpened steel slices through its turgid body
now faster now slower
while a slight tangy scent slowly tingles your senses
all these followed by the sound of raindrops on the rooftop
only more hollow as the diced pieces
hurried down the sides of the container
while imaginary echoes reverberate the kitchen walls

P.S. it was once shown that capybaras prefer sweet potato or tapioca over corn or carrots

moonlight sonata

2008-01-12T23:27:00.002+08:00

According to wikipedia, quasi una fantasia
better known as moonlight sonata was composed
as a dedication to his pupil, then 17 year old
Countess Giulietta Guicciardi
with whom Beethoven was or had been in love
The name moonlight Sonata derives from a description
of the first movement by poet Ludwig Rellstab,
who compared it to moonlight shining upon Lake Lucerne

I don't believe the writers but I believe their stories
In another saying, Beethoven composed the moonlight sonata
for a little blind girl who asked him what the moon looks like
I like this latter saying
you'll understand if you close your eyes and listen to this piano piece
that only the little blind girl who is not limited by sight
has seen the true beauty of the moon

"the man was not really a poet but surely he was a poem
and even the moon is only poetic because there is a man in the moon"

not all those who wander are lost

2007-10-26T01:02:00.001+08:00

I can still remember those screeching brakes
when i nearly hit an elk one night
and a couple of deers on another day

those pesky bisons that cause jams when you are in a rush
and the one we met after fording a river
blocking our trail like a gatekeeper

lost trail markers and bushwhack-ing

the feeling of the road beneath me
90 miles per hour on the interstate
passing those big trucks lit like giant wraiths
burning rubber till the dawn

the stinging sensation on my face
and the pain in my ears
after getting hit by those cold pacific waves

watching the fountains of belagio five times in a row
jogging around central park on those cool evenings
running up that exact flight of stairs rocky did

but tomorrow comes and sorrow becomes his soulmate

dear friends - americans serbians columbians taiwanese, so long for now

life is good when you have coffee on a mountain top

2007-10-03T11:52:00.001+08:00

(L) yellowstone, electric peak - 10,992 ft

(R) yellowstone, amethyst peak - 9614 ft

(L) tetons, paintbrush divide - 10,700 ft

(R) yellowstone, mount holmes - 10,336 ft

(L) tetons, hurricane pass - 10,372

(R) tetons, avalanche divide - 10,680 ft

(L) tetons, static divide, buck mountain - 11,938 ft

(R) yellowstone, mount sheridan - 10308 ft

(L) yellowstone, big horn peak - 9930 ft

(R) yellowstone, republic peak - 10431 ft

"you sure like high places don't you"
"that's because when you're high up
all the stuff that looks confusing and messed up
suddenly becomes crystal clear"

fumbling towards ecstacy

2007-10-03T10:25:00.000+08:00

3rd jun, mount washburn - 5.2
24th & 25th jun, electric peak - 22
8th jul, osprey falls - 9.2
10th jul, specimen ridge - 18.8
23rd jul, lewis channel loop - 11.2
1st aug, paintbrush divide - 19.3
6th aug, mount holmes - 18.8
7th aug, amphitheatre lake - 9.6
12th aug, hurricane pass & avalanche divide - 20
18th aug, static divide - 15.9
25th aug, mount sheridan - 22
2nd sep, big horn peak & sheep mountain - 20
8th sep, republic pass - 8.4

summer 2007, yellowstone & grand tetons - 200.4 miles

mount sheridan

2007-08-27T12:49:00.000+08:00

I love the grand tetons
they are like pretty young things
a wild child hot like a blazing fire
that scorches your senses
and turns them on

A different kind of love i have for sheridan
a gentle lady sheridan is
like a matured fire
mellowed but hiding a lasting beauty
like the intense heat of the glowing ambers

there will always be new loves
each might be more pretty and beautiful than the previous
but only one will your heart belong to
and always long to go back to...

view of
heart lake
from
mount sheridan

static peak divide

2007-08-20T06:07:00.000+08:00

august 18th 2007
i saw the eyes of death
on my solo hike to static peak divide

i was hiking towards phelps lake
on a path with tall vegetation alongside
when i saw the grass move
not 5 meters away i saw the black rear end of this animal
which turned its head
glanced at me for a split second
and then turned back
the snout i saw was rounded and not that of a deer, elk or moose
i dared not stop nor run
and tried to walk at the same pace down the trail
there was no flashback of the past
just a chilling fear that gripped me
the next 3 minutes that followed seemed like the longest time
the relief i felt when i turned and saw nothing following me
cannot be described in words
i just sat down and laughed at myself
static peak seemed all the more beautiful when i finally reached it

i tried to go to mount hunt divide thereafter
2 miles from the summit it started to hail on me
forced to turn back
i half walked and ran the 6 miles out
while the pelting hail and rain chilled me to my bones
warm bath and magi mee dinner back at the dorm
never felt so good

the region i hiked in is known as the death canyon
but it does make you feel good about living

lake solitude

2007-08-05T03:15:00.000+08:00

just the open road and me in the wee morning
no other cars or people
drivers' high
arrived at the trailhead of paintbrush divide and lake solitude
did my first solo hike

people say that your thoughts will surface
when you spend time alone
but the only thing in my head
throughout the whole 20 miles
was the piano theme for the return of the condor heroes 2006
playing over and over again

姑姑! 你在哪儿!?

i did see a bull moose thou :)

the way i see it #204

2007-07-17T08:38:00.002+08:00

remember your dreams and fight for them.
You must know what you want from life.
There is just one thing that
makes your dream become impossible:
the fear of failure.
Never forget your dreams.
Your silent heart will guide you.
Be silent now.
It is the possibility of a dream
that makes life interesting.
You can choose between being a
victim of destiny or an adventurer
who is fighting for something important.

- Paulo Coelho

Found on the back of my starbucks paper cup when I bought coffee (cody wyoming 2007).

goodbye yellowbrick road

2007-07-03T12:45:00.001+08:00

i had the radio turned down low
bass blended with the rain
which had fallen quickly while the world seemed to slow
and colours faded to a grey monotone
i wanted to sleep awake
to know that i was asleep
the tears on the left were going faster
than the ones on the right
i was spinning falling off the world
there was nothing in the sky
nothing to grab
blue blue blue
a man whose life has accelerated beyond his control

goodbye NUS and Sheares Hall

crabimaru ---> my zanpaku-tou

2007-01-20T13:49:00.000+08:00

To measure the force a crab claw can generate...

crabimaru shikai: stainless steel; up/down adjustable digital pull gauge and lever arms; connecting hook; adjustable gape

crabimaru's lever arms were bent by the terrible crushing power the master claw generated...

crabimaru bankai: strengthened lever arms; connecting cable instead of hook for reduced lag and improved alignment

crab claw max force: approx. 400N vs human finger pinch max force: approx. 150N

green hammock

2007-01-02T21:08:00.000+08:00

give me a green hammock to sleep in
where i can stay wrapped in peaceful slumber
feeling sensations by the thousands
but as weightless as feathers in flight
where i can recall distant memories of sleepwalking
stay safe from storms and shipwrecks of dreams
and sleep away sorrow's blue lament
give me a green hammock to be my cocoon
to sleep in till i'm ready to emerge
and start a new life in this new year

my once upon a time

2006-12-27T23:04:00.000+08:00

once upon a time in army
me and my buddy had to dig a trench for 3 days and 2 nites
the only thing that kept me digging was my buddy digging
somehow we completed that phase of life
and went our separate ways
but i remember that he once said
that the only thing that kept him digging was me digging

once upon a time i thought i loved
but as more time goes by the more i don't know love
also as more time goes by the more i know
that was not love

once upon a time i was running after my dad's back view
i'm still trying to catch up today
with his past achievements and the hopes he placed on me
i dream but i'm not good at chasing after them

that's all i have to say for now
about my once upon a time

Shakespeare in love

2006-12-06T17:57:00.000+08:00

"stay awhile you make me smile"
he then placed a box full of letters on her lap
in each letter are the moments that before he even met her
had already given to her
"I was waiting for you"

a comical snowstorm of letters
her loose waves failed to hide the astonishment on her face
she smiled and said to the man
you are mad

what are we saying when we say love?
do we say everything with a single word
or with a single word
do we conceal everything

shamanism - dance of the deer foundation

2006-11-10T00:43:00.000+08:00

shamanism rocks it ain't no bull
if u don't listen u r a fool
some say to stop suffering
is to stop desiring
but shamans will always take the pain
cos' they understand no pain no gain
shamans are extremists who like it tough
they don't tread no middlepath
shamans are cool but they don't wear no sunglasses
cos this world is already filled with dark purposes
maybe they will never see the light
but they always put up a spirited fight

"digging a hole to bury everyone
dig dig dig dig dig dig and dig
no matter after how much digging
the hole is not deep enough
still not deep enough..."

sleepy bright eyes

2006-09-26T16:10:00.000+08:00

"they elude the gaze of all
except the one who catches them by surprise
pupils like great cut jewels
your eyes are a crush of diamonds
incredibly bright
bright as a crush of tears
silence speaks eyes don't lie
i'm looking through a kaleidoscope
now over some Niagara, falling"

I very nearly walked into this person
as i was not looking at where i was going
I'd seen him before, this blind man who lives in the next block
I blurted out "sorry" and he did not even break his stride
he just walked on without any hesitation
stepping boldly into his world of darkness
I may not know where my way leads to
but I can see the road I'm on and the obstacles ahead
I'll find my courage to face difficulties and to keep walking

stargazer

2006-09-02T00:03:00.001+08:00

i asked, what is my destiny
the sky is filled with stars
there is the blueprint, they said
Do I know the stars?
We're on a first-name basis, on intimate terms,
but I don't really know them
We've only been introduced from afar.

through the years and far away
light from then stars takes millions of light years to reach us
we are always looking at the past when we gaze at the stars
i really wish to go back to those grateful memories
but we cannot go back to the past
no matter how much we try
no matter how wonderful it was
the past is nothing but the past
if you keep worrying about the past
you will never be able to enjoy the present
let's walk on beyond the door of the stars

lake house

2006-08-09T01:44:00.000+08:00

"the dreamed of place contained him as a young man
but he arrives in his old age
desires are already memories
and memory's images once fixed in words gets erased
my writing was also my fear
perhaps i am afraid of losing this place all at once
if i should tell about it
perhaps describing other places
i have already lost it little by little
perhaps i have already spoken about it under other names
perhaps i have spoken only of it
- this house that overlook the lake
with its pastel reflections of the sunsets
perhaps this place overlook only the lake of our mind"

epilogue

"the wanderer recognizes the little that is his
discovering the much he has not had and will not have
before finally arriving at this place
which exist for a simple secret
- it knows only departures not returns

life follows its path and you follow yours"

GBL - Great Biologist Ling'er

2006-07-28T16:52:00.000+08:00

i don't know what life is about
so i study biology cos nature seems to know
why else will all animals try so hard to reproduce
if there's no point in life
some animals have a lifespan of only a few days
the whole aim of life for them is to
pass on their genes
and they die shortly after accomplishing that
maybe we can be happy and die with no regrets too
if life can really be as simple as
living for one times good fuck

the importance of being idle

2006-06-24T01:45:00.001+08:00

so that i can stay up late and watch it rain
but my things get wet if i leave the windows open
and it's not the same watching the rain through the glass
then the rain stops so you open the windows anyway

so that i can ponder about love
this thing that happens in the heart and simply happens
women in love sparkles
lost love brings grown men to tears
love inspired shakespeare to write romeo and juliet
which is so beautiful and sad
that it moved the sun and the stars

some say love is...
love is worth dying for
love is...
love is sacrifice
love is...
love is both holding on and letting go

I can spend a thousand and one nights
on this indecent obsession
and just when i thought i have figured it out
it will elude me again
there are things that are beautiful
because one cannot possess them

how do i fall in love?
when i am in love with love

kiss me goodbye

2006-06-08T00:42:00.003+08:00

dear lena,

it hurts alot to say this last goodbye to you
for i know not when i shall see you again
it's always great to hang out with you
but now you go where i cannot follow as of now
life goes on for me but it'll never be the same again
a tiny piece of me had fallen into the sea
and it can't be found till the day the ocean dries up
and there's nothing i can do but miss it forever
i can't help missing you
your smile
the cheer and care you bring

you will always be in my heart
death does not end a relationship
you will always remain my friend and inspiration

i can't address this but i know you will recieve it
i'll be looking out for your replies
in the rainbows, sunsets, starry nights
in dreams
in the smile of a new friend
reflecting that of an old friend
whom i wish will always keep smiling

whom i must now bid adieu to

goodbye lena

love,
ling'er

kiss me goodbye love's memory you put the dream in my reality

to: okasan

2006-05-14T23:27:00.000+08:00

i remember your sloped shoulders
when you first carried me in your arms
on that day when you became a proud okasan
it was never my intention to do anyone proud
or to live my life for any other person
and somehow you give me the feeling that you knew
from the start that i will leave and make you sad
still no one loves me the way that you do
i remember the first time i saw your face
your eyes dazzling tears as i thought no other eyes could ever
only okasan will cry for me

happy mother's day

from: mother's son

study plan

2006-04-23T00:06:00.000+08:00

against ur will u wake because the morning's bright
but afternoon soon turns dismal cumulonimbus engulfs light
it pours like heaven's trying to wash the whole world clean
and u stay in the library although u're not too keen
but old songs on ur reciever go well with the dismal weather
drink abit of hot tea and u'll soon feel warm and better
once in awhile allow ur thoughts to stray to the pitter patter
think about this lovely girl, don't be afraid to be a dreamer
alas! dreams are fleeting and time does not linger
whats all these got to do with studying? u can only wonder

through the hss library second floor window

2006-04-19T20:34:00.000+08:00

exams are here so i go to the library
morning till evening i am blind but to one scenery
the world is spinning but i hear non of the sounds
the leaves rustle but air here is so still it drowns
even when outside it is all rain and thunder
i can only see but not feel the weather
now the sun is out but i feel cold
sitting by this window i feel grey and old
finally a day ends and i emerge from plato's cave
glad for the sun on the asphalt breeze on my face

fate playing

2006-04-08T12:44:00.000+08:00

fate plays with life
and rules over the game of life
fate forces life to move in his direction
and engulfs the pieces of life
maybe someday life can be free
when fate finally spares him for some other end
till then we are but pieces on their chessboard

i am a pawn on the wrong chessboard

more human than human

2006-02-02T01:58:00.000+08:00

if you are to die today, the next or the day after next day
in ur will to ur loved ones what would you say?
if i'm to die let my will be short i pray
for i have no fortune to give nor debts to pay
no lifetime of work i can't bear to put away
no love i fear losing with each passing day
before i grow afraid death can take me this day
and this is what my will would say
to everyone: thank u gdbye have a nice day

love,
ling'er

seasons greetings

2005-12-25T12:29:00.000+08:00

if there could be 4 seasons in a day
i'd wish that it happens on this day
morning spring rain to stay in bed and laze
afternoon summer sun to go out and play
evening autumn breeze blows my troubles away
night winter snow to cuddle by the fireplace
pretty wierd if all these happen in a day
but miracles come true on christmas day

breathe

2005-12-16T23:06:00.001+08:00

The world is a joke when i hang out with good friends
and we could always laugh things off even when we all have worries
life is not measured by the number of breaths we take
but by the moments that take our breath away

when i run my lungs scream for air and all else does not matter
there's something marvelous about this state of breathless-ness
this feeling so intense that it drowns all fear anxieties and worries
and then there's natural harmony
in the swinging of the arms and lifting of the legs
that propels you forward
and perhaps the secret of life
is indeed as simple as to keep breathing

last christmas

2005-11-30T11:11:00.000+08:00

where will u b? on this christmas eve
in ur fairy tale waiting for your prince?
if i could only have one christmas wish
all i want is to write ur myth
I'd give u white christmas, build u a snowman
Make ur wait less lonely he can b ur doorman
I'll put up a big christmas star, so ur nite's bright and starry
Light the way to u, so ur knight may hurry
Oh! to b ur knight's the greatest of my wishes
but that would make two christmas wishes
I'm not the kind to ask for more
so till next christmas i'll not wish for more
than to send u this christmas wish
wherever u'll b on this christmas eve

children of the nite

2005-10-30T00:34:00.000+08:00

i cycled through the park connector, past the empty street soccer court and
past mostly empty benches, except for the 1 or 2 couples whispering sweet nothings
i carried my bike across the overhead bridge, taking my time to look at the bougainvillea plants alongside - who ever stopped to look at the flowers?
the park was deserted and i felt lonely but serene
then i came across a small group of friends practicing roller-blading tricks near the bike kiosk and stopped to buy a drink from the vending machine
they did not take much notice of me so i sat and watch
there, sipping my drink slowly, my troubles seemed further away
I allowed myself to immerse in that feeling for awhile before leaving them to their play
I cycled home with my hands off the handle bars and sang loudly along to tunes on my fm reciever
I don't care if anyone heard or saw me
the cool nite breeze was in my hair

nocturne

2005-10-05T21:10:00.000+08:00

at nite i lie awake in my body
still can't get to sleep at four-thirty
but snuggled in my bed i feel safe and warm
when outside it is cold rain and storm
i could listen to the rain and thunder till it's dawn
and a ship would occasionally blow its horn
till those sounds slowly grow distant like the ships
and the next sound i will hear are the alarm clock beeps

rainy tears

2005-09-19T21:29:00.000+08:00

i like it when i have to get up and close the window
looking thru' the rain sprayed window i try to picture
far wide open spaces of green and blue
listening to the rain for sounds i miss
wind over tall grass water in yellowstone lake
those days seem so far back now fading memories
i cannot see the horizon it's a blur
too many bright lights blind the eyes
and tears are rain on the window pane

In the distant horizon the sky appears to be joint to the earth
and you wonder if you will reach that place someday
but the truth is that you can never reach it
even if you are to spend your entire life trying to get there

"If I were the rain
that binds together the earth and the sky
whom in all eternity will never mingle
would I be able to bind two hearts together?"

the actor

2005-09-06T01:42:00.000+08:00

thru' life i sleepwalked like an actor with his script
sometimes i picture god as a struggling writer
trying to piece together billions of characters
who each person meets and when and where
sometimes he gets carried away and writes too much about one
and sometimes he forgots to write the parts of another
hey mister god i am here
and my life
it's only a story ur story my story

love song for a vampire

2005-08-17T22:55:00.001+08:00

We can't read a word without an alphabet
do u see him?
he sees u
what will save u?
maybe ur poems

campfire

2005-08-04T11:39:00.000+08:00

We listened to country as we drove into the dusk, past mountains and lakes and trees
the half moon hid behind dark clouds for most of the nite
but when the clouds moved there was a crack in heaven and then i saw them
quiet nite of quiet stars
the fire crackled in the wind and i occasionally threw in a dry twig or 2 and watched the smoke rise to join the clouds
we had corn on the cob, cooked over the fire
they were half burnt but were crunchy and most delicious
the firewood slowly turned black and then to glowing ambers
sometimes sparks got blown up and landed on me and it was hot but wonderful
as the glow dimmed and darkness shrouded the faces around the fire, I felt sad cos it would b a long time till i see them again
and till we meet again i will hold each and every one of my new frens deep in my heart
deep, deep as the yellowstone

my best wishes to charlie-mali, mel, melissa, tara and all the crazy americans i'd grown so fond of.

last goal

2005-07-25T08:08:00.000+08:00

we played soccer one day
i had almost forgotten that feel
first touch brought back all the longing
we played an intense game
my throat was so dry as my lungs sucked hard at the dry thin air
and my heart beat hard on my ribs
it's gd to b able to play the beautiful game once more
n i did not want it to end even if my body was to break
there's nothing i could do but feel lost as the last goal was scored
lost is how i feel as this trip draws to a close
the breaking of a fellowship
but there's also relieve, for in quiet times i shall walk my own path again
both eager to return to what i'd left behind
and sad to leave behind what i'd began.
does it really end and all endings, bittersweet?

top of the world (yellowstone overlook trail)

2005-07-24T11:35:00.000+08:00

it was a simple n easy hike.
at the top a cool breeze greeted us
and i felt comfortable with just a light sweater on
wild flowers r scattered all around this green hill
they're more beautiful than any garden flower i'd come to know
i sat listening to the birds and the wind
my soul was peaceful n my spirit's free
this place ain't the top of the world, no avalanche peak view.
but this tender place with orange sunsets,
at 23 i'm dumbfounded afresh by my ignorance
that the most beautiful things r often the simplest things.

neverland

2005-06-21T10:13:00.000+08:00

i lay down by the lake, on black obsidian that shimmered in the afternoon sun.
looking sideways i saw that the earth is so round.
i was in a blue blue sphere and the horizon
- a distant rim of white mountains. the white slowly melting to green as summer finally approaches.
i must have walked into a dream, caught a glimpse of neverland
in the rainbow over old faithful, full moon btw tall pine trees.
the place the vapours from my breath or hot tea show
a place the great spirit, bears, wolves, moose and bisons go
there at that place, i shall once again remember her smile.
it is not this place, but i'm sure neverland has just such a lake
and it's sad
cos i know i don't belong here.

summer snow

2005-06-03T07:16:00.000+08:00

last winter's snow was melting so we decided to build a snowman while we could
the sky became dark and it started raining
we were cold and laughing silly in the wind
then it started to snow,
small white flakes falling from every direction
ppl dancing and becoming kids again
i will remember this 24th may snow
but it stopped too soon

san francisco

2005-05-28T10:17:00.000+08:00

the hills were alight with orange streetlights
on those roller coaster rds of san francisco
like medieval catapults in a fiery siege
and the dawn air cold like the desert nite wind
something stirs in the east, a loved one turning in her sleep

travelling

2005-05-28T10:11:00.000+08:00

I was waiting for time to pass
fell in luv with a gal from the past
came alive under hemingway's pen
into my head like peter pan
flying in nite skies on invisible wings
will the sun wake and melt our wings?
send us falling 6500m under
or will it shine on this world wonder?
snow capped mountains of salt lake and more
all those sights worth dying for

teh ice

2005-05-11T15:45:00.000+08:00

she handed me my order
i could tell from its colour
that it's gonna b satisfying
on the packet, droplets condensing
a sip of coolness off the straw
relieved parched plains that were raw
to others this may seem so little
but so recently the tea was still bitter...

familiar stranger

2005-05-03T01:54:00.000+08:00

i've got a crush on this kent ridge girl
but i dun know her name nor her number
all i know is when i was trapped in my square room
i would look out my window to find her there in her room
she's got short black hair that is nicely cropped
she's always studying her notes placed on the tabletop
she does not look this way so she doesn't know
she gives me inspiration when i'm on the low
but now the term's ended and i will no longer see her
the nites r now lonely without this familiar stranger
why didn't i do something? the pain sets in
but didn't wise men say only fools rush in?

damn... no mood study for last paper
as Serm would say: no KR gal how to study lah :-(

final fantasy

2005-04-27T03:08:00.000+08:00

a long long time ago this world once filled people with wonder
and y the world's like that was something that really mattered
but times had changed and ppl now just can't really b bothered
they only want to form new worlds n get each other slaugthered

mun n dad wat's the meaning of life? they dun seem to know
I'm afraid into this world they had brought, another lost soul
does true love really exist out there or is it a load of shit
the seven seas call out to me think I'll sail away in a ship

someday somehow I'll live my dreams n become a jedi knight
I'll have my light sabre at nite and it will shine so bright
a difficult quest and long journey I'll go on to find my destiny
to the dark side i must not stray so may the force be with me!

endless rain

2005-04-21T01:57:00.000+08:00

i dun mind spending everyday
just watching the rain as time goes by
just watching ppl watching the rain
although i can't figure wat's in their brain
were there times when u danced & laughed in the rain
or does the rain only make u feel the pain?
raindrops on the window pane reflect the city light
reminds me of times with no shelter when it's nite
reminds me of songs i sang to ease the pain
about how the desert missed the rain
it's cold but i would walk in the rain again
for the memories it brings i may nv experience again
stop and listen to what the rain says to u
someone's watching the rain and thinking of u

it's sad cos it's beautiful it's beautiful cos it's sad

2005-04-12T21:18:00.000+08:00

the best songs are often sad songs
speaks of love that had came and gone
a beautiful sad song u might sing
thinking no one's listening
but dreams, they let ur song takes flight
and angels whisper ur song to the nite
the stars are silent but they listen
and they shall glisten and come alight
somewhere someone had never seen a nite more beautiful
and it's beautiful cos it's sad it's sad cos it's beautiful