Poem

I don't like how Blogger screws up your format when you copy & paste from Word. I'll have to edit a million times before I am satisfied.

A poem, because I am in the mood.

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Lights
Shadow
The moon
An illumination
My physics teacher

A darkening sky
A darkened void deck
Straight tree trunks
and narrow roads

Bangladesh workers and a Chinese man
a distant draw
a fine line –
it could be colours
it could be not

Drink carton on grass, snail atop
Man on chair, drinking beer bottle
A blinking rush of headlights
Metal against rubber
Rubber against cement
Rushing towards a common goal
Mindlessly

Sewage water and imagined rivers
Trinkets and toys and magical brooms
White-washed walls and folded beds
Formal envelopes
and an
oversea stamp

The nightsky
A cacophony of crickets
My heart
My feet
The ground
And a startling need to breathe

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Commentary (I know this takes the magic out of poems but I couldn't resist): This poem is the spawn of a collection of observations I got when I went downstairs to jog (which didn't work out too well because I spent half the time walking and staring at the moon - omg, so poetic) and forcibly tried to remember every single object I came across like: the pink drink carton on the floor (with an actual snail on top - i found that strangely fascinating) which looked oddly out of place against the grass, the Bangladesh workers and the Chinese man walking less than a metre apart (I thought they were acquainted at first until I noticed the invisible line drawn between the two, like how the Chinese man was walking a foot behind the rest, talking on his mobile while the other three paced on, obviously more at ease with one another than the stranger beside them) and other odd stuff.

Initially I wanted to write a short story out of these observations (I've got the idea and story planned out in my head already) but when I reached home and stared at my computer, the words just could not form. I don't want to lose these thoughts, so end up recording them down in Word in the hopes that when I finally stop being an lazy ass I will be able to make good use out of them.

Speaking of the short story, I wanted to submit it for a competition but it looks like I wont have the time, so I'll probably, and forcibly, churn out a collection of egads! poetry tomorrow. Poetry has never been my strongest suit, but I really want a shot at this competition so even if I end up submitting one instead of what, 5 million that the previous winners wrote? - I will do it.

The weather's so cooling now. If only Singapore's evenings were like that everyday. The next step would be actually snowing. ;)

So I decided to join in the HP hype by posting my review for HP7 on the SMDH community. Most were polite, but I knew that there would be at least one to two douchebags who didn't agree, but forget to take their meds, and act like complete asses.

Some people take the Internet way too seriously. My replies are in the whole thread.

And I need to get started on my entry for the writing competition. Shit.

General

I've made the resolution to be more active in forums. But first, I need to delete unused account - which is a lot.

I imagine life would be a whole lot better if we could all just sit down and surf net the whole day, write a lot, draw a lot and experiment our works. And Youtube and Livejournal and Wiki and all the good things in life. The most stressful thing we have to do is to ponder over what time to sleep.

So basically, I'm sitting here. And I'm supposed to get started on my sewing and EDS, because the presentation is this Friday and I've got next to nothing done. But the only thing I'm thinking about is what the next plot for my story should be, and whether my T-shirt idea is good enough to be executed. Or when I can buy the badge-making machine. Or KC's new album.

I don't need to convince anyone I love design or writing, but sometimes I wish the course would give us an effing break.