Saturday 18 August 2007

My Noobishness

Ah, people have been moaning about how much they want me to blog on a regular basis haha. So... i won't! Hahaha, seriously people, i don't have the time nor the motivation to blog... it's not that i have nothing to write about. I assure you people out there, my life is still as interesting and eventful as ever.

Just that day i ripped apart my pants while playing badminton lol. Perhaps i deserved it, i was in my hyperactive-maniac mood and since we were playing doubles, it was really 2 vs 1 with my passive and quite pissed off partner haha. Well, i jumped sideways and there was a loud ripping sound. A cool breeze asaailed my supple thighs (haha) and i looked down. There was a HUGE, gaping hole in my pants, i stretched from near the base of the zipper all the way to halfway up my ass. Oh my lord, it was embarrassing i tell ya, i was holding my pants together with both hands and running to the toilet with a real awkward gait where i hid until i got help lol.

Interesting enough? Haha, well, there ya go readers.

I also participated in the Creative Writing Competition held by the school. I submitted 2 poems and if i'm really lucky that all the actual Lit students are retarded... i might just win something lol...

1st entry: Journey's End
The better of the two and a heavily redone piece of an earlier composition. I worked on this for a longgg time lol.

Journey’s End

The fading rays of sunlight
Basks your form in a warm, mellow glow
Your statuesque silhouette quivers silently
(with) Reverberations of heart-wrenching grief

As ebony cape of night drapes itself around golden orb
Graceful streams of mercurial flow
Springing unbidden from sorrowful pools
Cascade down slender cheekbones

These broken sobs
They sound so hollow
Each one shallower than before
Chipping away at your strength
Draining your mortality with every breath

The contour of my shade melds with yours
Encompassing you within my arms
I lend you the warmth of my soul
Dampening my cheeks
I dry your tears away

I feel your fear
Fear of that ethereal world of night
Falling through endless shadows
Into the abyss, that bottomless chasm
Out of memory, Out of time

I promise you,
You and I will meet again
Join in embrace once more
The warmth of our hearts entwining
The tendrils of our immortal soul

Across the darkness, Morning’s light beckons
Incandescent orb peeks through its obsidian veil
Its warmth softly caressing your skin
The time has come, farewell
Go now, sleep now
I will join you in time



2nd entry: Mirror
I wrote this poem as a joke haha. i wrote this in half an hour at the library where i was supposed to be mugging and hence, it's actually pretty bad. However, I feel that it's a refreshing change and mildly entertaining. Not that this stands a chance of winning tho haha

Mirror

I am a slave
Incarcerated for my resplendent lustre
Locked away for my truthfulness
I lie affixed upon the wall of my prison

Upon the other walls lie my fellow convicts
Portrait, the plain-faced liar
Abstract, the muddled freak
And Clock, the timeless warden

Every so often I get a strange visitor
A pale visage will peer into my depths
And bound by my vow, I must,

With ruthless integrity
Expose every subtle nuance
The grotesque beauty
The exquisite horror

The reactions I provoke are queer
Sometimes they look closer
As if looking for something

However, on many an occasion,
They will frantically attempt
To adjust their contorted facades
Into something more aesthetically pleasing
Only to have their elastic features
Come a-bouncing back once I’m not there

After that, they may drop a gift or two
Precipitation ranging from
A fine mist upon my cyclopean eye
To a torrential monsoon
And once, even some viscous green slime

All gifts thrust forcibly onto me,
However, there was this once,
I had been bequeathed,
Wrapped up with a ribbon,
A 10,000 megavolt smile
Which blinded me to my existence in this dread place
And it seemed that being a slave wasn’t that bad after all



Well, that's it kids, i'll blog... sometime... Well, until i do, au revoir readers.