Kiss my eyes and kiss them close,
For they will never get to see the blooming rose.
Hug my body and hug it warm,
For it is unable to face the chilling troubles in a swarm.
Like the now-quiet cuckoo clock
With its sickened pace getting slower
To remind you that nothing is forever
Like a bunch of legos strewn about
Which you couldn’t combine to form
Something that had a point to it anymore
Like food left in the refrigerator
It was ages until you remembered
But you were afraid to open the door
Like a diary scribbled halfway through
Because you couldn’t bear to pen a conclusion
So it abruptly ended on a Sunday
Like your old classroom in a quiet evening
Your return greeted by the realization that
You can never go back
A work I thought was so beautifully written by one that I don't really know. Just know that he's a NTU student. But this is such a pretty work.
Firstly, my vision field is reduced by almost half. I couldn't see whatever that is on my right. Not even friends walking beside me. Being tyrannical, I made them stand on my left. So that I need not worry of any sudden attack coming from the right.
Secondly, my spatial judgement went terribly wrong. I cannot let my two pointing index fingers meet. Not only that, during lunch, when the cashier handed me my change, I actually extended my hand in the wrong direction! And I had to be terribly careful while walking up and down stairs due to my then higher probability of misjudgement.
Thirdly, detecting the world with only one eye seems to make me feel dizzy. And as I have to rotate my head for a larger angle to navigate my surrounding, it makes me really giddy. Felt like the world is spinning, spinning, spinning...
Fourthly, your body and eye are in conflict. When using phone, your body says position your phone in the middle but your eye says put it on the left so that it LOOKS in the middle. And it's a really weird position to hold it to your left. While attending lecture, you have to tilt your head to the right to see the screen clearly. Oh my gosh I must have looked real weird.
Lastly, there were a lot of unwanted and unnecessary glances. I felt like an alien being shot a thousand times by people's either concerned or curious glances.
Ok. The only good experience. I got to exploit my injury to gain sympathy. While boarding bus during peak hours, I actually got people who stopped to let me board first, instead of caring only about themselves. Wahaha.
Thanks Janice for your company. Now I know why he will like you. Who ask you to be so chio and so nice huh? Haha.
I was a pirate for a good 6 hours! And I took the liberty to snap a lot a lot of photos as this is probably the last time and I will make sure that it is the last time I am going to be a pirate. No more unhealthy eyes!! So below are a good way to teach kids numbers, just from 0-5.
It's been 84 hours since we parted. How are you? I am sorry to be so cruel. Leaving you at the counter is the last thing I had in mind to do. But I have to be rational. Since that moment, my heart has not stop aching for you. My heart is slashed into bits and pieces everytime I think about the fate you are going to face. Will you be treated kindly? Will your illness be given attention to? Will you be serving another owner? Will the new owner treat you well? Or will you be torn apart, and functions terminated? My heart bleeds when I have to imagine the last option.
I named your substitute Snow Blood. Not only because of its colour, but it also reflects how dearly you are missed. Snow Blood is nice to me, but you are never replaceable. At least not now. When you are around, I feel being cared for. I miss holding you in my hands. I can still remember your sleekness, your elegance, your beauty, your warmth, you mischief, your deterioration, your helplessness. They are vividly clear. It saddens me to realise that you are unable to accompany me through my uni days which are likely to be akin to the roller coaster ride.
Yesterday and today I suddenly had the urge to call up hello shop to ask them your well-being, but I had to abandon the idea which will be deemed silly. People just don't understand how strongly one can be emotionally attached to something which has been faithfully connecting her to her friends and family and dutifully her inform her of happenings in the world. You were more than a technical gadget to me. When I was scared while walking up the dark quiet slope leading to hostel, you were my safety helpline; When I am lonely among a mass of friends, you were my silent buddy who keeps me occupied; When the bus journey gets too long, you were there to provide minimal entertainment which I much appreciated. Now, you are gone, but I will still care about you, deep in my heart, today, tomorrow, always.
Take care, darling.
Q: What happens if you eat yeast and shoe polish?
A: Every morning you'll rise and shine.
Q: What does a teddy bear put in his house?
Q: What season is it when you are on a trampoline?
A: Spring time. (I love this one)
Q: What does the teacher not like a train? (question modified by wan xin)
A: The teacher says 'spit your gum out'; the train says 'chew chew chew'
Q: What do you call someone who's afraid of Santa?
A: Clausterphobic. (So Ereneh are you afraid of Santa?:p)
Q: Why was the guy looking for the food on his friend?
A: Because his friend said it's on me.
Q: Why didn't the skeleton go to the dance?
A: Because he had no-body to go with.
Thanks New Paper... In an attempt to cheer myself up.
Realise we are always together when taking pictures. Somehow... (Early 2004)
Dressed in costumes for racial harmony day together... ( mid 2005)
Graduated from the same school with the same class together. Still somehow together when taking this precious picture.. (Nov 2005)
Somehow together again when taking picture for class chalet.. I love the candles in front. (End Nov 2005)
Of course. Prom together.. (8 Dec 2005)
You were my shelter in Singapore in 2006 whenever I have to come down for something. (End 2005)
The collision of good friends from different worlds. You left your good friend with me.. (Aug 2006)
Farewell party (27 Aug 2006)
The grand finale.. All the best. I can't think of anything else to say anymore. Words aren't useful anymore, after the countless letters we wrote... (1 Sept 2006)