____T.H.E. .P.A.S.S.
up from my brain is where I bleed...
____F.I.N.D.I.N.G
Searching
Refective
Enigmatic
____M.Y.S.E.L.F
My life spins outta control without football.
Currently in search for inner peace.
Finding myself furthur and furthur away from it..
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03:01
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
____Supper Inspired...
There is this NUS game that one of my best friends got involved in. Some kind of secret lover, angel-mortal, penpal kind of game. They were supposed to write peoms and letters for their secret partners. (oh the stupid games some people think of...) Shan't go furthur into the details, but he made me write some poems for this "angel" who made supper for him and I thought this was one of my better works:
All the days you'd stayed up late,
Making supper before you'd bed.
The scent of lasting sweetness warmth,
Like the velvet rose, so lush and soft.
And how i wished that u were here,
With crystal wine so gloss and clear.
We'd share the minutes that never go,
Forever - this moment lasts in my soul.
Sometimes I wonder if it is the genius in me. Yet, when I look at the poem again, I can't help but laugh coldly, shiver and develop goosebumps. How disgusting.
Currently Feeling Like: Love-god David Beckham (Real Madrid). Hahahahaha
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