Monday, April 16, 2007
wa horrid. today run 2.4 kena migraine... hais. horribly weak man.. but now i noe why. i lack sugar+water. nvm. easy prob to fix.. get ready sia mr lim... a runner coming through. :P heh heh yea rite.
ok. studies coming round in a positive way. finally. i TINK i managed to get e hang of my geog answering scheme. mayb not. depends on mae essay la. but funni feeling dat i actually bungled it. maths is.. more or less.. ok la. juz need revision and practice. lit is doing fine. more analysis needed but im fine with dat, used to it liao. and erm.. lets see.. yea. econs is ok as usual. fer now. but i predict shit to come. and gp. ah. gp. bungled dis one. recent CA wuz screwed up. according to ms oei, whole class failed. so yea. disppointed. dere goes chances of doing KI. but hey. wadeva. i juz need to keep mae chin up and pump in more effort. yea. :P
hmmm... longo time nver break liao.. mae reflexes hav slowed. hais. tried doing mae usual routine. horrible failure. legs juz got tangled up and arm not flexible enuf anymore. so disppointed. all dat hope fer shits. hmm.. no time luh..
ah. bball dis morning with shi yu. :( wad the hell. 0 to 11. cock up playing lah. damn tough. but im almost dere. i juz need to look at e way he plays again. den i can crack his pattern. he plays well, LOOKS complicated. BUT. juz hav to see e pattern to noe dat he does e SAME ting all over again. juz hav to break his rhythm. haha... easier said den done.. but well. patterns are wad i can see. :P
hais. k la. slp liao. i got nth much to sae.. or.. mayb.. k la. drop dis one in. empty mae brain b4 bed.
the screech of gulls above
tears the fabric of my disorientation
in bewilderment i gaze
at the roiling waves ahead
on a beach of basalt
the sky above glows a sickly purple
the air is filled with the sweet-bitter smell of kelp
unwillingly wafting into my tortured nostrils
that have smelt so long the stench of fear
a respite
grains of darkness sting my feet
but waves of foam lap up to sooth it
pain. and it's disappearence.
all makes for an intriguing experience.
albeit a tortured one
and now. my vision passes
into the troubled dunes of my mind
lost in the sandstorm
that consciousness ignites
light bursts from slitted eyelids
and i forget. for a while.
dis is a conceptually new poem im trying. new imagery and devices. check it out.
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