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Sick..

wahahaha..
i have a die-hard virus..
been having it for a bloody long time.
nose bleeding everyday
poo!

Anyway, was thinking of writing a poem abt the blind

Unseeing eyes,
blackness enshrouds.
World of darkness,
yet heart's full of light.

haha
gave up around here.

yah, its been long

Ntu its my school,
a place i feel
filled with murderous few
plotting, all to kill

All the doors, it seem to me
opens out, wide and free
many a times, right as a bee,
into the very people i see.

The stairs they seem
cast a harzardous gleam.
neverending, long and mean.
They are definitely not for whimps.

Many a slopes, (i've climbed a few)
Slant ever so dangerously real.
Pant you will and try not to reel
Palpitations, you will feel.

But the worst of all is yet to come,
wait until you see our sums.
Exams in uni, (we all are bummed)
So do forgive us If we seem glum

Hmm.. Finally again

haiz.. just gotten food poisoning..
(yah, i can just picture u guys rolling ur eyes, saying: " not again") haha
yup..
nothing big this time though, no hospitalization.
Says, sigmund Freud (my idol),
EVERYONE HAS A INNATE DEATH INSTINCT.
haha
i think i actually like hospitals. It's a new experience everytime i suppose.
and the fear of what is to come is rather, interessting
haha
nah, it's just tt everyone seems so frightened of the dengue thingy and i'm not.
in fact, i think it's kinda nice to try having it.
but the mosquitos (those which have attacked me) are harmless..
to my disappointment.
i think i would like to try having it.
no, i'm not sadistic.. really
i just like it if it's transient i suppose.. you would catch me wishing for kidney failure and such. Dengue's good.
haha

The world of the past.
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In time to come,
one shall wonder,
what one's birth had sang.
in this lonely miserable world,
any angel's song at all.

All in all,
one shall find
that only in life's ending notes,
will one surely see the truth
of one's worth in this world.

World to world,
life's final song
the transition in which finale brings
the last breath, last thought
last tear to be shed.

sheding all covers,
one will find
that darkness isn't too cold
into this embrace one shall find
the comfort void shall bring

No more tears,
no more pain,
no more irking dissonance.
Only darkness shall ensue.
the the macarbe world of past.

muses.. i'm confused..

haha.. a long time since i blogged yay!
read some blogs, felt all sorts of emotions.. well.. haha.. guess it's cause i kinda have a bad habit of putting myself in other's SKINS.. well.. yup..

sometimes, i wonder, why do we ask "are you ok?" even when we know the person we are speaking to is not ok.

haha.. cheem ah.. it's instinctive i guess..

you can jolly well be writhing silently in pain on the floor and still there will be ppl asking if you are ok.. haha..

it's redundant, pple.. ask if you really have to.. but of course you'll risk an evil eye.. haha..

it is afterall a gesture showing concern . but, sometimes, it really seems as if we all regress into unicellular organisms whenever emotions and feeling of another is involved..

like during the 911 incident. telling the victims not to be sad.. haha it's like so ... so.... i dunno.. hilarious..


So, what should we do instead of asking stupid, single-brain-cell-powered questions?
sometimes, silence might be the best salve. Sitting there, without a word, lending a shoulder, hugs, holding hands.. all these mean you care without the use of redundant words.. let ur heart do the speaking, you hands do the soothing.. after all, actions speaks louder than words. instead of screaming your message across, just sit and hold the person in ur arms.. i'm sure he or she will understand, via the warm of ur arms, the beating of ur heart, the look in ur eyes, that you care, much more than what words can ever express.

why in the world am i planning to be a psychologist? damn.. i should be a professional hugger.. (:

Haha.. feeling better

yup.. anyway, i found this really cute link.. it's kinda funny, witht the stupid music and all but the folding works.. i swear by it!
http://www.real153.com/img/news/cloth_folding.html

ahhhh...

hmm.. read abt the gal who posted pictures of herself on the net(=
ok.. she's like really brave.. well, perhaps in a dumb sorta way but still really brave. haha.. I'm not sure all who viewed those stuff she wrote actually thought of it as art though. Personally, the thought of guys leering at such photos really puts me of like BIG TIME.. I mean, heck the crap about hormones man, dun blame the hormones for ur disgusting behaviourXp

i kinda noticed one very important thing that is the fact that teenagers and youngsters nowadays are so OPEN about things like this. YAH, i mean ok i may sound really prissy and all but, i don't think such liberal behaviour is something we ought to learn from western countries. I mean, shouldn't we just learn stuff that are good and leave out the bad? Expression of self is important i suppose but not too much i suppose. The kids nowadays learn stuff right from the TV and cinema without processing anything in their minds..

I relief taught at some schools but, ok, i'm not naming names but really some of these kids know more than what they are supposed to. This excess info often lead to experiments and these are really sick. Some of my young students (male) even 'hump' each other openly. AND THE TEACHERS TOLD ME THAT THIS IS COMMON!!!!!! The other day, while i was walking past the void deck some block of flats, i SAW 2 prepubscent kids doing suff they shouln't even know about! Gawd, what's the world coming to? what happened to innocence? is such behaviour really admirable? i don't think so. the kids really know to much. so much they can't handle the stuff they know. SIGH, i think i rather go back to my little ostrich hole and stick my head in for a longer period of time.


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Innocence wilts,
a dying bud
as Promiscuity flowers,
a poisonous bloom.

The Child weeps,
at such misdeeds.
As the Mother herself
tears at her womb.

Ashen-faced,
Expression hides.
Muttering cries of abuse,
through wordless, bloodless lips.

And yet through this,
the World sleeps.
Can they not hear the cries
of babies unborn, unloved?

Defend all derision,
it's my life! you said,
But have you ever wondered
how the Child within cries?

All eyes upon you,
your actions speaks.
What lessons will you teach?
Innocence will you murder?

In the eyes of the Children.
All in the eyes of the Children.