Once again, my feelings become my muse
Once again, love comes into play.
If you call phat love.
The weirdest thing about me is that my heart and my mind
cannot work together hand-in-hand, or should we say vein to vein?
While my heart is searching the identity of what it is feelings
my mind exerts influence and issues a direct order to my senses
what i saw last time is not what i see now
what i feel last time is not what i feel now
the heart urges a halt.
it ritards while the mind accelerandos.
Can both of them come to an agreement?
Or will history repeat itself?
Love. How great ye possession!
So powerful, cruel yet life-giving that Solomon mentioned you three times.
Song of Songs 2:7
'Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.'
Song of Songs 3:5
'Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.'
Song of Songs 8:4
'Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.'
Like quicksand with long slimy tentacles that curl around the legs and slowly pull
Like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon
Like the sunflower in its full glory
Like the rushing waters of the sea
so is love.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Suddenly. I realise I am not alone.
Suddenly I realise I am not alone.
That in this world, i have a family that i love and loves me. and a sister who cares for me.
After reading through my sister's diary, I can only thank God for her. Her thought-provoking passages form so many new trains of thought in my mind that it is so hard to control.
I didn't know you actually wanted to drift away from me to end the surfacing and relentless rumours about us. Indeed, while I'm glad that period was some time ago, I cannot help but wonder if me being in your life has more boon or bane. I rather you not be another D.
Ain't it weird how the world thinks? The world wishes a platonic friendship between two individuals of different genders not to devlop and thus heaps rumours and false infatuations on them to induce them to repel each other.
That we have survived so long is a mystery, one of many in this world. Yet rare are you, like a precious gem, sensitive to my emotions and thoughts. It seems like my shells just disappear momentarily when I'm with you. You seem to know who I am.
And this frightens me to an extent. Indeed, it may not be so much of the invading army to the queen but the invading army invading its own territory. Cause we've been born with that ability to protect ourselves and while I pride myself on being open, I realise I'm a great liar. To myself.
How Great Thou Art.
Am I doing more good or bad in your life?
God He Reigns.
That in this world, i have a family that i love and loves me. and a sister who cares for me.
After reading through my sister's diary, I can only thank God for her. Her thought-provoking passages form so many new trains of thought in my mind that it is so hard to control.
I didn't know you actually wanted to drift away from me to end the surfacing and relentless rumours about us. Indeed, while I'm glad that period was some time ago, I cannot help but wonder if me being in your life has more boon or bane. I rather you not be another D.
Ain't it weird how the world thinks? The world wishes a platonic friendship between two individuals of different genders not to devlop and thus heaps rumours and false infatuations on them to induce them to repel each other.
That we have survived so long is a mystery, one of many in this world. Yet rare are you, like a precious gem, sensitive to my emotions and thoughts. It seems like my shells just disappear momentarily when I'm with you. You seem to know who I am.
And this frightens me to an extent. Indeed, it may not be so much of the invading army to the queen but the invading army invading its own territory. Cause we've been born with that ability to protect ourselves and while I pride myself on being open, I realise I'm a great liar. To myself.
How Great Thou Art.
Am I doing more good or bad in your life?
God He Reigns.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Reflections..
Band Camp '06 has just concluded and with it a few chapters of my life. The camp brings back fond memories of the band camp two years ago; the one i was part of the camp committee; the one where I was group leader and tried to get Elfirah to speak out. Now, she's grown up and to say she's leader is a rather well-supported fact.
Knowing that this batch of leaders, though still in civil unrest, has tried their utmost best to get along with each other. While I know most of them, when looking back upon this band camp, will remember it as a disaster, I know I will look at it as a success.
A half-empty bottle of water is a half-full bottle of water.
'How can it be a success?' you ask.
A success in terms of maturity.
The varsity of unique and pampered lone characters in the committee have forcefully increased each individual's maturity level. I am sure and confident that every committee member has had at least a sleepless night pondering and reflecting about band and his or her performance level. The one who was shouted at wonders if she did any wrong. The one who lost his temper questions his tolerance level. He that contributed the most feels compelled to do more. She that is happy-go-lucky longs for peace and prosperity within the committee.
What I see for this batch of leaders is that they will emerge to be strong leaders. Moulded and tearfully shaped by this experience, they will know what to do and how to react when they become a team leader in the working aspect of their life.
Being part of the camp committee has not only highlighted the fact of a common goal; vision; mission, but has also tested the faith in their (and others) belief of 'one band, one sound'.
Even as the author crafts this post, he is aware of certain unfairness and young anger that exists within the committee.
Yes, this batch of leaders may be so un-bonded and so differentiated in their views, opinions and working processes as compared to previous batches. Yet! they have stood the test of time and while a few have fallen, others have risen and soared on wings of eagles.
Not just a test of bonding or patience or tolerance, the camp proves to be a test of faith. Can He that is a believer of Christ be a good leader? Or she that agrees to take up the Cross and follow Him be a diligent worker?
This batch of leaders has good Christian Men and Women yet the transparent incompetency highlights and reflects upon their faith.
Am i judging by mere looks? Yes. And that is how the world judges us too. By deeds, thoughts and speech, we show the close relationship we have with Christ Jesus our Lord, not by telling people we go to church on sundays or flaunt our Bible around with pride.
I am saddened for you if you cry on Sundays and swear during the other days.
I strongly believe in the need for good Christian leaders in the band. Look upon Woan Rong and Ted as an example. Two devoted, dedicated, strong and committed children of God who served Him with a love for music, life, and learning.
It is my wish that the next batch of leaders who will rise to the challenge of being a leader, who will deal with criticisms and unfair comments from every side, from the teachers to the graduates to the band members, are good and strong Christians whose faith may be enriched and empowered along the road of life.
As they stumble and fall, may they receive thy Divine Grace. May their eyes never leave your throne as they are led and guided by your Spirit and wisdom.
Only a fool says there is no God.
Knowing that this batch of leaders, though still in civil unrest, has tried their utmost best to get along with each other. While I know most of them, when looking back upon this band camp, will remember it as a disaster, I know I will look at it as a success.
A half-empty bottle of water is a half-full bottle of water.
'How can it be a success?' you ask.
A success in terms of maturity.
The varsity of unique and pampered lone characters in the committee have forcefully increased each individual's maturity level. I am sure and confident that every committee member has had at least a sleepless night pondering and reflecting about band and his or her performance level. The one who was shouted at wonders if she did any wrong. The one who lost his temper questions his tolerance level. He that contributed the most feels compelled to do more. She that is happy-go-lucky longs for peace and prosperity within the committee.
What I see for this batch of leaders is that they will emerge to be strong leaders. Moulded and tearfully shaped by this experience, they will know what to do and how to react when they become a team leader in the working aspect of their life.
Being part of the camp committee has not only highlighted the fact of a common goal; vision; mission, but has also tested the faith in their (and others) belief of 'one band, one sound'.
Even as the author crafts this post, he is aware of certain unfairness and young anger that exists within the committee.
Yes, this batch of leaders may be so un-bonded and so differentiated in their views, opinions and working processes as compared to previous batches. Yet! they have stood the test of time and while a few have fallen, others have risen and soared on wings of eagles.
Not just a test of bonding or patience or tolerance, the camp proves to be a test of faith. Can He that is a believer of Christ be a good leader? Or she that agrees to take up the Cross and follow Him be a diligent worker?
This batch of leaders has good Christian Men and Women yet the transparent incompetency highlights and reflects upon their faith.
Am i judging by mere looks? Yes. And that is how the world judges us too. By deeds, thoughts and speech, we show the close relationship we have with Christ Jesus our Lord, not by telling people we go to church on sundays or flaunt our Bible around with pride.
I am saddened for you if you cry on Sundays and swear during the other days.
I strongly believe in the need for good Christian leaders in the band. Look upon Woan Rong and Ted as an example. Two devoted, dedicated, strong and committed children of God who served Him with a love for music, life, and learning.
It is my wish that the next batch of leaders who will rise to the challenge of being a leader, who will deal with criticisms and unfair comments from every side, from the teachers to the graduates to the band members, are good and strong Christians whose faith may be enriched and empowered along the road of life.
As they stumble and fall, may they receive thy Divine Grace. May their eyes never leave your throne as they are led and guided by your Spirit and wisdom.
Only a fool says there is no God.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Band Camp '06
After a mentally and emotionally-challenging 57 hours, St Hilda's Wind Orchestra's (SHWO) Band Camp 2006 ended, making a record - the highest number of casualities ever suffered - in Band Camp history.
Grazed kneecap, a terrible nose-bleed and mild food poisoning were some of the injuries SHWO members had to undergo during the 3 day, 2 night camp.
The camp had started with a bang as spirits and morale soared sky high. However, the soaring heat seared its influence, and the atmosphere soon sank into that of boredom and fatigue.
However, after lunch, things started to brighten up. The arrival and support of graduates helped to set the mood on its rightful place. The graduates, together with the band camp committee members, aided the success of the band cheer. Members had a hilarious time as the cheer's intonation, rhythm and melody were fine-tuned.
The ambience soon turned serious with the arrival of Mr Andy Sim, the resident conductor. The air soon turned sour as noise was produced instead of music. Smiles turned into frowns and eyes that were once sleepy now became fearful and alert.
After 172,800 seconds or so, the band left for ice-breaker games. On that day, eggs rained down from the sky.
Unfortunately, on that day, Mr Nelson Tan, 16, fell and grazed his arm and knee. Things then took an interesting twist when Ms Lindis Puey appeared on the scene. Already bai-kar-ed (White Legged), her love and admiration for her brother and her fellow musician overcame her physical disability and thus, she was able to provide tender loving care and concern to the victim.
The first night came and went without further incident except a hungry of committee members devouring pizza. Interestingly, the second day yielded a handful of surprises.
While it started off relatively boring and normal, as compared to the first day, surprise after surprise after surprise were born when the clock struck Twelve.
To summarise the second day, there were, amongst other things, a nose-bleed, an enraged and concerned graduate, raised tension, flour, more flour, scoldings and more flour.
The second day was definitely more surprising than the first day, especially in terms of musicality. And others. Band Room door was out-of-oder thanks to the numerous slammings and whackings and pushings and pullings and hittings.
The third day flew by like a breeze. The main band played 'I Am The Best' while Alumni had their practice in Band Room. Most of the band members suffered tremendous pain - stomachaches and diarrhoea - caused by Second Day's dinner. Heard clean-up was hard for those on the second level cause some guy left his shit around. Bet cha that was the previous night's dinner.
To be Updated/Revised/Continued...
Grazed kneecap, a terrible nose-bleed and mild food poisoning were some of the injuries SHWO members had to undergo during the 3 day, 2 night camp.
The camp had started with a bang as spirits and morale soared sky high. However, the soaring heat seared its influence, and the atmosphere soon sank into that of boredom and fatigue.
However, after lunch, things started to brighten up. The arrival and support of graduates helped to set the mood on its rightful place. The graduates, together with the band camp committee members, aided the success of the band cheer. Members had a hilarious time as the cheer's intonation, rhythm and melody were fine-tuned.
The ambience soon turned serious with the arrival of Mr Andy Sim, the resident conductor. The air soon turned sour as noise was produced instead of music. Smiles turned into frowns and eyes that were once sleepy now became fearful and alert.
After 172,800 seconds or so, the band left for ice-breaker games. On that day, eggs rained down from the sky.
Unfortunately, on that day, Mr Nelson Tan, 16, fell and grazed his arm and knee. Things then took an interesting twist when Ms Lindis Puey appeared on the scene. Already bai-kar-ed (White Legged), her love and admiration for her brother and her fellow musician overcame her physical disability and thus, she was able to provide tender loving care and concern to the victim.
The first night came and went without further incident except a hungry of committee members devouring pizza. Interestingly, the second day yielded a handful of surprises.
While it started off relatively boring and normal, as compared to the first day, surprise after surprise after surprise were born when the clock struck Twelve.
To summarise the second day, there were, amongst other things, a nose-bleed, an enraged and concerned graduate, raised tension, flour, more flour, scoldings and more flour.
The second day was definitely more surprising than the first day, especially in terms of musicality. And others. Band Room door was out-of-oder thanks to the numerous slammings and whackings and pushings and pullings and hittings.
The third day flew by like a breeze. The main band played 'I Am The Best' while Alumni had their practice in Band Room. Most of the band members suffered tremendous pain - stomachaches and diarrhoea - caused by Second Day's dinner. Heard clean-up was hard for those on the second level cause some guy left his shit around. Bet cha that was the previous night's dinner.
To be Updated/Revised/Continued...
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
pictures from my tp concert
These are pictures from TP concert 'Music Madness'.
Me and Louisa. Heheh, she's quite chio actually. I got special bond with her.. lol.. cause the hotel her church uses for their services is the hotel im working at. Furthermore, hehe, her younger bro is the same height as her. lol. She's two years older than me.
From left to right, Father Gareth, Daughter Yile and Mother Randy.
Me and my erRrr.. weird partner. See, he calls me mother and I call him father. so, whos' who's father and who's whos' mother and who's who's husband/wife is not exactly that concise.
hehe this has gotta be the most idiotic pic of me. lol. my eyes dont look so small in this pic though.. my eyes seem weirdly shaped.. anyway.. that's all la.
Me and Louisa. Heheh, she's quite chio actually. I got special bond with her.. lol.. cause the hotel her church uses for their services is the hotel im working at. Furthermore, hehe, her younger bro is the same height as her. lol. She's two years older than me.
From left to right, Father Gareth, Daughter Yile and Mother Randy.
Me and my erRrr.. weird partner. See, he calls me mother and I call him father. so, whos' who's father and who's whos' mother and who's who's husband/wife is not exactly that concise.
hehe this has gotta be the most idiotic pic of me. lol. my eyes dont look so small in this pic though.. my eyes seem weirdly shaped.. anyway.. that's all la.
these past nights.. dreams.. i dreamt a dream..
These few nights have been quite a mystery. Dreaming dreams that don't make much sense and don't serve to enlighten.
A few nights ago, i dreamt of the end days. In my dream, i saw a money bill with a stamp of a face on it. Would this be the one-world currency to be used in the future?
I cried in my dream. So saddened I was by the plight of the world and all that I saw in the dream, and cannot remember, that I sobbed. Whether tears flowed from my eyes in real life, i do not know but such is the power of dreams. And its creator.
Last night, while my body rested on my short but comfy bed, my mind went to dream. Three dreams in a span of eleven hours, brief moments of life becoming recess periods.
Sadly, i am unable to recall my first two dreams. What i do remember is that i enjoyed myself in my dreams.
Before you develop a slanted line of thought, take note None of my dreams were wet dreams.
My third dream. I remember as if I had just dreamt it five minutes ago. It was totally random; the people in it.
I'm at a dessert stall, very popular judging from the crowd of people around me. There are various types of desserts available though most are cold. The crowd around me are students and today is examination day.
I'm at the front of the crowd and place my order. I do not remember what i order but there are laminated menus on the table. I see a Rockerfella De Coco. $2.50.
Suddenly, I look at my watch. It is 10.24am.
'Oh no' I exclaim. I'm going to be late for my paper! I look at my 5 o'clock and chat with a girl. Joy Tan. She informs me that our English paper 1 has just ended.
'Huh? Then my marks how???!! Argh!'
[Being dramatic. The crowd around me laughs at my antics]
'Today got two papers right?' I ask Joy.
She replys with a nod, 'There's Math paper after English.'
I ask, my heart thumping a little faster, 'Paper 1 or Paper 2?' [Mentally, i'm wishing it's paper 1 cause I FORGOT TO BRING MY CALCULATOR!']
Her answer: Paper 2.
'Oh no!' I exclaim again, suddenly remembering that today is Monday and i forgot to bring my tie!
'Argh!' I have to go home and take it.
My dessert is still being made.
I turn to my right and lo and behold, I see Grace Soon. and Joanna Goh.
I speak to somebody around me, suggesting we take a taxi from my house cause it's cheaper and then. My dream ends.
Dreams. They make us wonder, they provide puzzlement. they confuse and can be your muse. They entertain and enlighten not. Dreams.
A few nights ago, i dreamt of the end days. In my dream, i saw a money bill with a stamp of a face on it. Would this be the one-world currency to be used in the future?
I cried in my dream. So saddened I was by the plight of the world and all that I saw in the dream, and cannot remember, that I sobbed. Whether tears flowed from my eyes in real life, i do not know but such is the power of dreams. And its creator.
Last night, while my body rested on my short but comfy bed, my mind went to dream. Three dreams in a span of eleven hours, brief moments of life becoming recess periods.
Sadly, i am unable to recall my first two dreams. What i do remember is that i enjoyed myself in my dreams.
Before you develop a slanted line of thought, take note None of my dreams were wet dreams.
My third dream. I remember as if I had just dreamt it five minutes ago. It was totally random; the people in it.
I'm at a dessert stall, very popular judging from the crowd of people around me. There are various types of desserts available though most are cold. The crowd around me are students and today is examination day.
I'm at the front of the crowd and place my order. I do not remember what i order but there are laminated menus on the table. I see a Rockerfella De Coco. $2.50.
Suddenly, I look at my watch. It is 10.24am.
'Oh no' I exclaim. I'm going to be late for my paper! I look at my 5 o'clock and chat with a girl. Joy Tan. She informs me that our English paper 1 has just ended.
'Huh? Then my marks how???!! Argh!'
[Being dramatic. The crowd around me laughs at my antics]
'Today got two papers right?' I ask Joy.
She replys with a nod, 'There's Math paper after English.'
I ask, my heart thumping a little faster, 'Paper 1 or Paper 2?' [Mentally, i'm wishing it's paper 1 cause I FORGOT TO BRING MY CALCULATOR!']
Her answer: Paper 2.
'Oh no!' I exclaim again, suddenly remembering that today is Monday and i forgot to bring my tie!
'Argh!' I have to go home and take it.
My dessert is still being made.
I turn to my right and lo and behold, I see Grace Soon. and Joanna Goh.
I speak to somebody around me, suggesting we take a taxi from my house cause it's cheaper and then. My dream ends.
Dreams. They make us wonder, they provide puzzlement. they confuse and can be your muse. They entertain and enlighten not. Dreams.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Life is Full of Divine Humour
Long time since I've posted.
Life. Time-less and full of people. People. Each in their own world, do we really know the person we know? or is it just a thought? Thought. It's what keeps us alive. Life. Ain't it all the circle of life.
Work's becoming a breeze now. Except for yesterday.
Yesterday was a memorable experience; being accused of theft by my office security department.
It was kindof scary in the beginning. Tension in the air, disbelief on my face, accusation hurled at me, heart-pumping, eyes cruel and hard looking at me. It went something like
They: "What did you do with the camera?"
Me: "What camera?"
They: "You dare to say you don't know what camera??"
Silence
They: "On the Second of March, did you pick anything up from where you stood?"
Me: "No.."
They: "Sure? We saw you take a camera"
And so on and forth.. they accusing, me denying.
What happened was that near where I stood, a guest lost her camera. They had footage of me there, which was why they brought me in for questioning.
Soon, the atmosphere relaxed a little. Me persistent in my innocence, they getting tired. (Can't blame them, age caught up with them)
There were two of them. Anyway, I thank God for the skills I learnt in Journalism.
Why do I say that??
Cause a few minutes later, the chief of security (old and married, with half of his teeth left) went to speak to the guest who lost her camera, leaving me with another security guy.
Me being bored, I chatted with him gathering as much information I could gather about him. (Journalism Skills)
What I found out about him: A Malaysian from Ipoh, he worked in Malaysia as a police officer, no rank, before coming to Singapore and working as a security guard for ten years in my place of work. He works 8 hour shifts.
After around five minutes, (I dozed off), the Security Head came back. He started questioning me again, asking repeatedly "You sure you dont want to say anything? I give you one last chance". Finally, (I think) he gave up on me and proceeded to write his report.
CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW SLOW HE TOOK TO TYPE!!!
It was like one word per minute. He would peer at the keyboard over his spectacles before using the tip of his index finger to nudge one of the keys. Then he would stare at the computer screen before repeating the whole process all over again.
I had high expectations of a security officer but now i realise how wrong I was. I had to repeat my particulars five times to him and he still managed to get it wrong!! I forgive him for mixing up my block number (573 become 537) but I'm amazed at how 'Street 53' can become 'Avenue 53'.
Anyway, I dozed off again while he was doing his nudge-the-keyboard game, only to be awakened by the other Malaysian security guy. Finally, the old guy finished his report and printed it out for me to sign.
Heheh. This is where it got a little interesting cause there were grammatical errors in the report.
So there I was, reading through the report and wondering if I should point out his grammatical errors. I did it.
I nodded when he asked if the report was ok and then added, It's alright but there are a few grammatical errors." [Voice a little wavering]
"Grammar errors? Where? Show me."
"Ok, in the first line, it should be 'He was stationed' and not 'He was stationing outside the lift lobby'"
[Face scrunches up in thought, audibly muttering to himself] "He was stationed. He was stationing. He was stationed. He was stationing. He was stationed. He was stationing."
[Looks at me] "Good" [Nods in agreement] "Any more?"
And for around five minutes, we 'discussed' the report.
Well, fast forward all the way.. till the end. They didnt charge me with anything, the camera has yet to be found and I'm innocent. And of course, I hope his grammar improved after that day. Best of all, the interrogation session lasted for so long that for that un-fateful day, instead of earning $22, I earned $30.25. Proving my innocence and giving grammar lessons.
Thank God.
Life. Time-less and full of people. People. Each in their own world, do we really know the person we know? or is it just a thought? Thought. It's what keeps us alive. Life. Ain't it all the circle of life.
Work's becoming a breeze now. Except for yesterday.
Yesterday was a memorable experience; being accused of theft by my office security department.
It was kindof scary in the beginning. Tension in the air, disbelief on my face, accusation hurled at me, heart-pumping, eyes cruel and hard looking at me. It went something like
They: "What did you do with the camera?"
Me: "What camera?"
They: "You dare to say you don't know what camera??"
Silence
They: "On the Second of March, did you pick anything up from where you stood?"
Me: "No.."
They: "Sure? We saw you take a camera"
And so on and forth.. they accusing, me denying.
What happened was that near where I stood, a guest lost her camera. They had footage of me there, which was why they brought me in for questioning.
Soon, the atmosphere relaxed a little. Me persistent in my innocence, they getting tired. (Can't blame them, age caught up with them)
There were two of them. Anyway, I thank God for the skills I learnt in Journalism.
Why do I say that??
Cause a few minutes later, the chief of security (old and married, with half of his teeth left) went to speak to the guest who lost her camera, leaving me with another security guy.
Me being bored, I chatted with him gathering as much information I could gather about him. (Journalism Skills)
What I found out about him: A Malaysian from Ipoh, he worked in Malaysia as a police officer, no rank, before coming to Singapore and working as a security guard for ten years in my place of work. He works 8 hour shifts.
After around five minutes, (I dozed off), the Security Head came back. He started questioning me again, asking repeatedly "You sure you dont want to say anything? I give you one last chance". Finally, (I think) he gave up on me and proceeded to write his report.
CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW SLOW HE TOOK TO TYPE!!!
It was like one word per minute. He would peer at the keyboard over his spectacles before using the tip of his index finger to nudge one of the keys. Then he would stare at the computer screen before repeating the whole process all over again.
I had high expectations of a security officer but now i realise how wrong I was. I had to repeat my particulars five times to him and he still managed to get it wrong!! I forgive him for mixing up my block number (573 become 537) but I'm amazed at how 'Street 53' can become 'Avenue 53'.
Anyway, I dozed off again while he was doing his nudge-the-keyboard game, only to be awakened by the other Malaysian security guy. Finally, the old guy finished his report and printed it out for me to sign.
Heheh. This is where it got a little interesting cause there were grammatical errors in the report.
So there I was, reading through the report and wondering if I should point out his grammatical errors. I did it.
I nodded when he asked if the report was ok and then added, It's alright but there are a few grammatical errors." [Voice a little wavering]
"Grammar errors? Where? Show me."
"Ok, in the first line, it should be 'He was stationed' and not 'He was stationing outside the lift lobby'"
[Face scrunches up in thought, audibly muttering to himself] "He was stationed. He was stationing. He was stationed. He was stationing. He was stationed. He was stationing."
[Looks at me] "Good" [Nods in agreement] "Any more?"
And for around five minutes, we 'discussed' the report.
Well, fast forward all the way.. till the end. They didnt charge me with anything, the camera has yet to be found and I'm innocent. And of course, I hope his grammar improved after that day. Best of all, the interrogation session lasted for so long that for that un-fateful day, instead of earning $22, I earned $30.25. Proving my innocence and giving grammar lessons.
Thank God.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
You Are A..
You in your miniature fragility
You develop the craving for attention
Colours get your attention.
You start to have basic needs and a few simple wants
Start to have some very high demands
If only I could see things through your eyes, the dazzling beauty of all that's around you, the mix of colours every and anywhere.
The sounds that enter your newbie ears
What do you hear?
Words shrieked by others of your age?
Or gibberish only differentiated by loudness?
Your time will come
when you seek the meaning of life
meaning of the very existence of yourself
and when that time comes
try to recall
what you've seen and what you've heard
now
cause it will change
A smile and you're forgiven
A giggle and the whole world falls at your feet
A sob and every need is met
Your eyes ; that all-knowing look
Your face ; the very proof of God's handiwork
Your hands ; nimble and weak
Your feet; They cannot stand, not yet, to play hide and seek
You are but one of many but nobody is like you.
You're a baby.
You develop the craving for attention
Colours get your attention.
You start to have basic needs and a few simple wants
Start to have some very high demands
If only I could see things through your eyes, the dazzling beauty of all that's around you, the mix of colours every and anywhere.
The sounds that enter your newbie ears
What do you hear?
Words shrieked by others of your age?
Or gibberish only differentiated by loudness?
Your time will come
when you seek the meaning of life
meaning of the very existence of yourself
and when that time comes
try to recall
what you've seen and what you've heard
now
cause it will change
A smile and you're forgiven
A giggle and the whole world falls at your feet
A sob and every need is met
Your eyes ; that all-knowing look
Your face ; the very proof of God's handiwork
Your hands ; nimble and weak
Your feet; They cannot stand, not yet, to play hide and seek
You are but one of many but nobody is like you.
You're a baby.
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