Reminiscence

We were tasked to write a poem out of a specific list of rhyming words during a practical criticism session. I wrote a poem with Yuankai, and I have decided to title it "Reminiscence".

Under the eerie glow of moonlight,
It shines as though in daytime
And when all freezes on a winter night,
The feeling - so sublime.

It meanders through the banks, jaded.
Who appreciates its gentle flow?
The memory of it so faded,
Covered by the six feet of falling snow.

Reflections

I'm tired, physically, mentally and spiritually...

Why do we have to be born in the first place? To die in the end? If that's all, what is God's purpose? I hope I can find an answer soon, and I'll leave you all with a self-composed poem... if you think it's qualified to be one.


Tired

It opens with a sad old look,
Closing on a decresendo,
Burning and burning away the happy smiles that are on
Our faces.

It opens with a sadder, older gloom,
Closing on a depressing note,
Burning and burning away,
No one cares,
Everyone is tired.

02S63

I was walking along the stone path when something struck me on the head. Not a thought though. It was a paper plane.

Unfolding the badly folded origami plane, I saw on the creased paper these few characters: G R E A T. Something struck me again. This time, it was a thought, a marvellous thought. What fitted the description of this word, so completely? And only one thing came to my mind; 02S63. Over the past 6 weeks or so our CT has grown to have a certain bond between the students, the 14 guys and 13 gals. An unique bond every CT would claim to possess but yet struggle to achieve. A bond only our CT has, that makes it special in every sense, in every aspect and every meaning of the word "bond".

It makes it even more special when I recalled the numerous occasions when every member of our CT demonstrated their talents; one with incredible piano skills, one that has prowess with the keyboard, another who raps to the heavens, someone who sings at unimaginably high notes, one with is good with debating. Also there are prominent, distinct leaders with their personal style and charisma. And then there are people who are masterful at the art of drawing anime, blowing the harmonica. And our banners can get really creative! And of course there are still hidden talents awaiting discovery. Already we have a few daring sportsman aiming for the next trophy.

With such hot enthusiam, a desire and passion to get things going, and a good leadership, I couldn't find any more reasons to fit 02S63 into the word, GREAT.

And we are simply that.

Alone Again

I shall celebrate Valentine's with my great buddy loneliness, once again, like I've always done. I know loneliness like the back of my hand. Gosh, it's is such a great pal, with it around, you'll never need any other friend. I've known him since young and I'll probably know him till the end of time, and probably longer. Every year I search in vain, for someone to take my friend away, but it never seems to happen. On a few occasions people do pop by to give a "hello", but they vanish after that, leaving me having to turn to loneliness again. People leave halfway thru' events, and I walk with loneliness again.

I do not care whether there are people around me, I'm not sure anyway. I do not know whether they feel my presence, or whether they ever acknowledge my words. People think I have lots of friends, I tell them I have none, save loneliness who tries to be everybody's buddy. They see the vague impression of a cheerful person and forget all about this poor little guy, stuck on the track to nowhere, then leave him alone to fend for himself.

I know there is no one out there who will be my friend, because simply, all the people in the world are dead.

Fear

Now what is fear? Is it that feeling that grips you when you are afraid, frightened? Is it the terror that strikes you when you become psychologically tormented? What is fear? That hysterical, insane laughter creeps softly into your mind whenever the word is mentioned. Is it so horrifying, that it puts prisoners into pain, and sends mortals into the deepest abyss of the dungeons?

I really do not know... I know nothing, and I'm scared... this is fear of the unknown.