my heart is an open palm, exposed and raw
In my land of bright lights you are effervescent -
Overwhelming at once, I am oblivious the next.
You are the palpable product of words I never meant,
Of clouded judgement, infinite dreams; my sweet Regret.
My conscience weighs you down and embeds you
Somewhere in the murky depths of this sepulchral soul.
Yet there is little want of redemption for what I do,
And you and your kind maketh the stories I never told.
Even now I would sing that I am yours, Yours!
As I believe you are mine in all your tainted forms.
Sucker as I am for your taste, touch and allure,
The beauty of folly is not weeping when all else mourns.
So this is an ode to my ill-fated penchant for
Secrets I have to keep, and everything that
I loved to hold but not to possess.
That I wish to forget, but forget to regret.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
boredom is clouding my mind, and in yani's words, 'i is bored' ha ha. school was alright, i really like it when edna tan lectures. results still not out yet and ching thinks the wait is unbearable. i on the other hand, can't be bothered because i feel what's done is done, and whether you get it back now or later wouldn't make any difference at all. well, to each his own? called up apple centre jes now and that guy was so cute [no not eyecandy cute, duh]. he was talking so fast and he had this semi american-indian accent which made him all the more harder to understand. then i kept interrupting him and he was so patient. hurhur, customer service. he says i have to bring my pod down to apple centre, BOOHOO. so faaaaar, like all the way in ang mo kio. well then fine, i shall go to wisma and look for my prettypretty bag. if it's not there anymore, then it's not meant to be. ha ha to tell the truth, my starbucks bag is boring me. it's too a.a for my liking now. oh and prayer meeting for the outreach tomorrow night, so i guess my schedule for tomorrow's more or less settled. gotta do work now, tata.
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