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Saturday, August 13, 2011
what's it like to be a professional clown?
no, i'm not talking about the Macdonald's mascot (whom i've always thought is a little pervy. minus the "a little"). neither am i referring to scary clowns (think: zombieland yuck)
but yes, back to clowns. the jest, the exaggerated outfits, the duty to make others laugh. and yet, i can't help but think-sometimes-that clowns must be amongst the saddest people in the world. to act happy, to be a joker in front of everyone, however shitty you feel inside.
oh well. random lol.
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Sunday, July 03, 2011
Why am I here on Earth? Still haven't really found an answer. Someday I'll know. :)
Bye bye weekend :(
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This is quite random, but my neighbourhood is really beautiful at 2 a.m. in the morning. I happened to look out of my window one night, and thought, "Wow." (Almost felt like crying. And I realised how much I miss things. And people. And even myself.) The things I've stopped noticing. Beauty really is around -and within- us. If only we'd stop to notice. Now the emo me has to get back to FM write-up which I've been really putting off :O
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Saturday, July 02, 2011
It's as if I have a song for everyone close to my heart. You see them, and the song starts playing. In my head, in my head, I say. And they would never know what you were thinking. You could even picture them dancing...and they would never know. They would ask you why you were smiling to yourself, and you would just smile more.
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And when night falls, I become pensive.
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Schmaltz on T.V.
Hope it doesn't get to me
-Oh, for the love of sickly sentimentality! :P
*insert "Take Me Home" by Aqualung*
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(sigh. i'm growing old. i feel really old nowadays. today, i started missing secondary school AGAIN :/ well i also miss my former (innocent haha!)self. back to my fam. med. write-up zzzzzz)
:)
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Friday, May 28, 2010
It's not really me, is it?
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Rather bored at the moment. I don't intend to start blogging again, but if you appreciate noob poetry, you could drop by my blog once in a while.
I have started writing a poem...still needs a lot of refining, so you might not be able to understand it yet (or ever, if I decide to abandon this feeble attempt at rhyming like a bard):
Rehearse your lines without a flaw-
this may very well be your last play
But I live behind a mask (did you not know?),
perpetually caught in an emotional fray,
between my two selves-or more-the one who's inside me desiring
to be my stage persona.
Anyway, this poem's partly based on my own life. Like how I sometimes really want to say something but I don't because I feel more comfortable when I don't say it (therefore wanting to live my life behind a mask).
Ahh wth. The last 2 lines suck(the lack of "rhythm"). The more I read this, the more I want to look away. But I'm happy that I've started. :))))))
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Monday, August 10, 2009
school (uni) starts tmr. after a long 8 1/2- month break (ok, 7 1/2 since camp and post-camp activities made july a busy month). it feels quite weird to have to go back for lectures & tutorials
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Thursday, October 27, 2005
(When lessons are boring, do something else!)
The Statue
(Was thinking of Aphrodite when I wrote this. She was my, erm, inspiration. But no, I'm not a pervert!!!)
She stands still
Clay body on the pedestal
And yearns company all night,
Awaiting Helios’ arrival
In the day,
Guests stream in and out
Marveling at her transcendent beauty-
She’s the star of attraction, the VIP
She fills men with lustrous dreams
Captivating the eyes of many,
Who, as they examine her flawless features,
Shower her with words of wonder
She enjoys every moment
Watching the world go by
Observing Heaven’s peculiar creations,
Two-legged creatures lacking inner support
The evening bids adieu
Her admirers have left
The cheery whistling of the curator
Fades into the darkness
She’s alone now
No more guests to admire her
For at night she is a mere banal figure
The bewitching moon scoffs at her
A stream of moonlight shines
Through the tinted glass
A lonely tear rolls
Down the smooth porcelain cheek
It won't be long
Before her hero comes to her rescue
The radiant sun, to free her from
The world of solitariness
September 2004
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First I said she had a clay body. Then I said she had porcelain cheeks. Are they the same thing please enlighten me. :S)
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Saturday, June 25, 2005
PIANO EXAM in less than two weeks- HELP, SOMEBODY!
and my teacher isn't helping me much.
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Monday, May 09, 2005
i finally planted those seeds yesterday..im so proud of myself :D finally got to go online after 10 DAYS...was so bored..couldnt stay up late either 'cause my family members went to bed and there was no one to talk to. on sat i slept for more than 12 hours..haha i'm such a pig. oops
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Thursday, April 07, 2005
i'm so stressed!
math , geog. and bio. performance tasks. geog. photograph assignment and bio. proposal. piano. EOIs! (i just found out today that we had EOIs when i happened to look at EOI dates on the notice board !) stupid me. :S
Here's i poem i thought of:
what lies beyond the transient moon,
the velvet blanket of night
what eternity holds, i cannot foretell
it remains beyond my might
i recall the days when you were here
beside me, wiping my every tear
i remember how we used to laugh
and you, fighting obstacles on my behalf
time is harsh. it never waits
you eluded before i could wave
it took me time to realise
that you were gone, you were of the past
no more smiles, no more hellos
those are just fossils of yesterday
a deep chasm, that's what has formed,
you leave, i go my own way
haunting my every reverie
breaking the soul deep within me
i'm sorry i did that to you.
i'm sorry.
this is sad...hope you have never felt this way before
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Thursday, February 10, 2005
i feel lazy..well actually, i have no hw to do except for the ss project..am going visiting later and i am free at the moment :D really free.
renu, i will remove the "raindrop" nick and as for cy, i'll do it out of courtesy
Note: That doesn't mean CY isn't a maniac.
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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
WAR
she hibernates
curled up in the shell of death
finding eternal solace,
liberated from suffering.
her name fades
from Earth's soil
her debt cleared, contract expired
owing this world
nothing.
she paints
red with innocence
her canvas is the soil,
parched, cracked, barren
lifeless
paint spreads, seeping into the
empty lairs of the underworld
while her soul ascends,
returning to her creator ,seeking
heavenly abode
though the Earth may now have
one less star to tread the ground
it has received a priceless gift
a masterpiece
by a young artist
the moment i saw this in my file i was reminded of li chen.
she read this and said ," I usually write about more pragmatic things".
" War is part of reality, it's happening all around the world."
"True.."
actually, most of my poems are like this. none are ever joyful. tells much about the world in my perspective.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
rs sucks.
i keep hearing the song "She will be loved". about three ppl in the room are playing it....
still don't know how to put music..
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