Shooting Star / Friday, September 24, 2010
This is the park that I always go to.
I can see the sunset on-the-slide.
Since long time ago, it was my own special tower.
If I have any troubles, I always come here to hide.
Ever since that time, I'm still in the middle of my dream.
Even in my prime, I'm not able to fulfill it.
Maybe this is the end...
What a weak voice that I speak in.
But there are also days that seem a little spicy.
And then I'll remember
looking for that shooting star in the night sky.
The wish I made when I was small
hasn't changed with the passage of time.
When I look at the sky,
the stars are still embracing.
These stars look like a crowd of people
all radiating down with different types of light.
That's right, that's why...
I want to shine once.
I close my eyes and swear far and far.
I entrust my dream to a shooting star.
Labels: life, poetry, thoughts
/because of my high tolerance.
11:49:00 PM
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Sesame Street / Saturday, February 7, 2009
Joshua Radin sings the Sesame Street Theme Song.
From Season 8 Ep 5 of Scrubs.
Lyrics:
Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street
Come and play
Everything's A-OK
Family, neighbors, friends
That's where we meet
Can you tell me how to get
How to get to...
Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street
Come and play
Everything's A-OK
Family, neighbors, friends
That's where we meet
Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street
How to get to Sesame StreetLabels: poetry, songs, tv
/because of my high tolerance.
10:28:00 PM
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Bleach Poem / Sunday, September 2, 2007
Nobody knows who I really am.
I never felt this empty before.
And if I ever need someone to come along, who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong?
And still, the journey goes on.
Even on tranquil days so long.
And each new phase of the moon shines upon my heart with boon.
So we offer a prayer.
Waiting for a new day to share.
Until the brilliant blue sea dries up completely.
Your fragile, folded wings are just tired from the pure blue sky.
You don't have to force your smiles for anyone
It's okay to smile... for yourself.
That lonely feeling keeps creeping up on me
A single candle still burns inside
There shouldn't be an expensive chandelier in a wild place like this
Can I really bury it all with empty words?
I don't even know anymore...
As long as we can swim freely in our dreams
we won't need that sky anymore.
Even if you can't let go of the past
I'll still be there to meet you tomorrow...
I can't tell if you're the same person i know,
but there could never be a replacement for you,
Don't ever wither,
you lone flower.
Bathing just perfectly in the light,
it's almost as if you've blossomed from it.
all the emotions you've spread over the land...
Let them out!
I can't tell if you're the same person i know,
but up till now, and from now on,
even if i made enemies
with everyone other than you...
Even if that day came,
i'll always protect you, so do not lose,
you lone flower.
Left behind...
In the flow of time.
In the flow where you forget what it feels like to rush
Being told that I'm aloof right before the hope
and ready to give up.
All fails!
During the painful times, let's bring out the love and go.
All fails!
Heading in the direction that I'm facing,
Rising up for the great purpose
There is nothing to fear.
Going through this life that has no answers
without any hesitation.
Keep my pace...
Labels: music, poetry
/because of my high tolerance.
4:38:00 PM
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Chemistry Trial. / Friday, August 24, 2007
Came to school at 11 after sleeping in.
Had to move from room to room because Senior Study was closed.
Every single time we were kicked out because of some douche class
Methanoic Acid as the pract. task. Who would've guessed?
I actually thought it was going to be the Potassium thiocyanide pract. T__T
Surprisingly, the pract wasn't as gg as I initially assumed.
The graph would definitely be the decider in this test, being worth 6 marks.
Remembering the Haber process formula helped answer the last question. Phew.
Yearly practical was way harder than this, so that's good. =)
The bass from the music player was like crazily good for studying.
Richard Yang tricked me into bringing my laptop today. Grr.....
I then proceeded to play Little Fighter and Dragonball on it before the exam.
All in all, an enjoyable day.
Little Fighter is v. fun. Spammed heaps of hours on it.
Labels: exams, HSC, poetry
/because of my high tolerance.
4:46:00 PM
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English Paper Two Trials / Thursday, August 23, 2007
Paper 2 was today.
Today was paper 2.
I made notes. Notes I made.
For Module A, B and C.
Haha, no D or E.
My, that was a lame rhyme
But the test itself, oh it was divine
2 hours to write
all yesterday to recite
First up, Brave New World and Blade Runner
that was definitely a bummer
Only 6 pages I wrote
Well, at least I didn't choke
Second was King Lear
bah, there was nothing to fear
there i was thinking it would be a speech
but it was another essay, what a beetch. (<--lol)
And by golly, another 6 pages down
my hand shaking and making sounds
Squeak Squeak Squeak..
man, my table was annoying
especially noticeable when you're trying
to concentrate on Frontline
where I thought I had the baseline
of 3 episodes, 2 supplementary and a random conclusion
but again, I stumbled and blanked out in great confusion
managing to write only another 6 pages
and I came out of that exam in another of those phases
to seek camaraderie and others who suffered the same flaw
but only ended up playing basketball
until the sky started its downpour of rain
all the way till I caught the train
But first, I must remark upon the bus's speedy dash
to avoid the traffic jam by the ambulances in a car crash
which occurred off the corner of school
man, that jerk that crashed in the middle of the M5 must've felt like such a tool.
And by and by in Hurstville street,
I went home and started to eat
watching Thank God You're Here and that commentator guy is so gay
before leaving my place and finding Wei
leaving the library to find Richie
and Mattie
and Sisi
and Shannie
and Leslie
and Alfie
and alot of other ppl who's names don't rhyme
at the park playing touch rugby in the sunshine.
We joined in for a game or two
and watching Joseph play without his shoes
Stomped on his feet a couple of times
accidentally and deliberately, its no crime.
J Xie drove us back to the library in the break shift
so we could give Karen her birthday gift.
Went back to the park to play tackle as Sisi insisted that we 'must'
and Wei and Porky, those beasts scored tries instantly without a fuss
Trudged home dirty, weary and in need to study
for the practical we all have for chemistry.
Oh fark, we still have trials
equilibrium constants with methanol-diol.
Man, this cheery poem is quite vile
to the point I think I'm actually in denial.
Labels: exams, poetry
/because of my high tolerance.
7:56:00 PM
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