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.
Friday, July 22, 2005
went back to my alma mater today, anglican high, where bears get shot down. how cliched lar, and it aint true now cuz wang mei hsiong's gone. hmm ran out of school scot-free jes before cultural fiesta. he he ching and i are geniuses man. its like we were already in the hall, and seeing that the hall was rather empty we decided to leave. but jes as we were like already leaving we saw so many people approaching the hall so we walked even faster and thank God the security guard was busy so we jes walked past him quickly. can't imagine watching the stupid concert.
i miss anglican high so much now. it's so much nicer, much more conducive and friendly. it's all prettified, and yeah it looks more like a school now. previously it looked like a hospital. ha ha and we had so much fun yakking with mr chan and wang lao shi. i miss those times, and they all say we're the best students they've ever had! *beams* ahem, but of course. not to be full of it or anything, but we were really a 'tame' class. after all it was kinda like a girls' class. channie loves us sosososo much. his screensaver is practically made up of all our photos! and miss ng's sucha darling, we were like pigging out at her table, on her never-ending supplies of goodies. gosh, you really don't know how good you've got it until you lose it. sigh, well at least we still keep in touch. helped channie clear his table, photowhored in school with all the teachers and yeah we made kwite a din in the office. and being the low-lifers we are, ching hwei and i had so much fun with the intercom thingy, hurhur. well i guess mr chan really misses us a lot that he even found it funny :D
went to the little bubble tea shop nearby jes like the old times, and yeah feeling kwite reminiscent now. twas fun, photowhored even more. ha ha the guy in the barber shop was like thoroughly amused. cabbed back with hwei after that. i really gotta stop cabbing. i cabbed like almost everyday this week, geez.
finished what i assigned myself to read today, so i'm pretty happy. gonna go finish up math later and then research a little on the crow poems. late night today, but tommorow's saturday baby! i loveee fridays. after all, the saying goes 't.g.i.f' got off the phone with iggy before coming online, that bimbotic dodo is so irritatingly funny. ha ha owell, i'm so blessed to have such great friends. i love my chingychingching, cwahseehwee, phooniebaboonie, cherlynn the obscene papaya, mentos (fang), kattie, pettypet, flabnatius, yanibunny, plastic jasmine, *couegh*vil biatch, cheena bimbo and my parents and my sweet little timmy, and of course, you.
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