Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Old Ghost (and/or, The One That Never Was)
A school teacher once quoted
some people don't believe in ghosts
but are afraid of them.
I saw one on the bus today
In fact, the
only one
that never was
For how can you see
a ghost in broad daylight
On a crowded commute
in her own delight
Not of a ghastly pale
but in all her full radiance
A tinge of delicate fatigue
implied with her subtle cadence
Stendhal's not withstanding
I'd let that moment pass
Frozen in time the epiphany
If only the fear would last
There're no such thing as ghosts.
There're no such thing as ghosts.
Only those that you believe in.
Redux:
I once believed in a dream
So strong it died
Her shadows its ashes
Like a ghost
Ever fleeting on sight
I tried to grab hold of it
A promise. A hope. A sign.
for how can you hold on to something
that never was - it was all benign.
I saw. But didn't.
What could I have said
that would make all that difference?
I tried. But couldn't.
Your indifference. My in deference.
The call of sirens
The beauty of helen
They were all not meant to be
I was not meant to believe
nothing.
Like how ghosts are not meant to exist.Labels: Literary Release
Sunday, November 26, 2006
The big MSo my sister got married yesterday.
If feelings were colours in the light spectrum, then I'm white. Not because I don't feel anything, but because of its cumulative effects.
I don't really know what to make of it, so this is just an update.
Labels: Updates
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Dear SantaI don't care if I'm naughty or nice, I absolutely want this bag. Nothing special, except that the brown's a nice shade of
suede, wrapped around with this cool shade of neon lime. Exclusively retailing at World of Sports Sg, it's currently selling at a reasonable 50 bucks. The best thing is, it's 20% storewide for members!
So if I'm nice, please let me find $50 for me to pay for such unnecessary luxury. If not, a World of Sports card would do just fine. Anybody wanna be my Santa?
Labels: Whine
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
After The Prestige...It's like some people watch magic tricks. At the end of the show, they go to the video store, and rent/buy the latest album on the magician's tricks exposed to find out what really goes on behind the scenes. Then they gloat over the fact they know how it works, but can never fully appreciate it.
Labels: FFT (Food for thought), Whine
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
CritiqueYou know how 'they' say self-critique yields self-improvement, so here I am doing my part. Inconsistently flat, forceful, and a limp right hand. I can phrase better than that.
Now I can sympathise with the House Martins better. I don't wanna be the Caravan of Love!!
I hate listening to myself sing.
Labels: Whine
