Poems

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The truth is in view
The perspective of our world's hue
Our state of mind holds the choice
to what we see as true
our mood dictates
and our emotions inflate
but that's an opinion too,
perhaps we control the way we think
we can choose optimism in a blink
Don't let the blues get you.

Sitting Alone
Sitting alone
in quiet, contemplate
A common sight if only you'd behold,
the behind his shared humanity

For each of us has thought
on a beach on a bench
or just at home.
In a park or on a ledge
All alone.

In it's mysterious power solitude
has ways of letting us know
who we are and how we feel.

What I can't say but have to
Whatever I say
I hide inside
my true intentions
not malice of deceit
just confusion
How do I separate
animal and instinct
from soul and feelings?

A week

So enjoyed this week...

Ending it here.

A old toy from Jia Lok

A more recent toy from Yan Mei

I dislike care bears, just saying. But because it's from her, of course it's an exception. Hm that sign on his belly makes it look like it's from Carl's Jr.
My mother made that little toy house from a set me and my younger brother were meant to play with.
Still love my 50mm.

Wish I finished my tumblr... In the end I didn't make an effort to look for subject matters during exams to take. :/

The 6AM Train

Written a while back

A shooting star at night
Plainly, diligently traveling
Carrying the tired
Waiting in anticipation

Some sit some stand
Most slumber
Or let themselves go
To the sounds of ambiance and stereo

Moments like these
Moments alive
They give me strange comfort
In my existence I recognize theirs

Change

My elder bro's back!

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Yams came back the other day and we had outings together for two days ending in a sentimental moment. Wish we could pause. But as the Paramore song goes ~ "It's time to move forward..."
 Going to leave Sierra Wing after 3 months... dam. Don't know where I'm going.
YY was really happy that "I had friends" lol. Shaun pointed out I'm very different in school and in army. Maybe. Or it's just the same and I'm showing more of one side. I just cannot feel free in the army. It's like when I got spectacles haha.

Guess I intended to write this a little earlier. But it's OK.

I love white.

My old friend whom i've known for a while does too... http://keepingcomposure.tumblr.com/
And so does this photographer... http://vincentmunier.com/

Odd hours

Sometimes I can control my sleeping time.

Sometimes I just want to stay up.

And its 1.50am. Not the latest, not early at all.

Detrimental to the body, but what about the soul and mind?

... I have so much work to do. Right before a crazy exercise. I need my rest. I need so much. What about others who need?

Just one more day burnt and its over ain't it. Book outs are too short to grow.

Yong Xin came into my room today to say how soothing my photos are. I know what he means... It's why I put them. It makes me... sober. Maybe a bit melancholic. It reminds me of the places where I feel... I feel.

Times like these. The odd hours.

Tomorrow I will be disciplined.

For Once

For once, some respite.
For once, a little quiet.
For once, a flight.
For once, a people diet.

For once, someone mine.
For once, only mine.
I want to be alone,
if only you could tell me with whom?

Far Far Away

Fantasies and wishes
Of a place high amongst the hills
Down rolling meadows and fields
Filled with grass oaks and mills

I dream always of distants
With seas of clear horizons
Or plains of soft white snow
Willing myself to go wherever the wind blows

To be brought elsewhere
Ill savour any escape
Free me from familiar,
Let me travel far far away.