TRIO!

Okay, today, 'm gona promote 3 of my good friend's blog. !

xD

Okay, first one, 

Gavin Fong

He's 15

Pro chess player

And a really good poet.

His love poems makes girls swoon.

He's serious when he needs to be.

A really reliable friend.

blog link: www.gavinworks.blogspot.com

Second one,

Sean Tan ( the one in red)

He's also 15

A real casanova,

charms girls like it's nothing,

starting to write poems,

and the most friendliest guy i've ever met.

A nice guy.

A Great Friend.

blog link : www.greenshortsguy.blogspot.com

Lastly,

Dark

he's.... well, i cant talk much about him, he doesn't want me to,

not much people know who he really is,

only a few knows,

he's....cold, in a sense, but sometimes, he can also go crazy.

He writes good fantasy realm, abstract poems.

blog link: www.dreambound-dark.blogspot.com

Ohyea, before i forget, Thanks alot Sean for the bday present, the bible! 

Thank god i didn't go buy one, cz i was thinking of buying one that very afternoon! ^^

Anyway, it's really nice, and i appreciate it. ^^ though it's a bit early for a bday present. xD

here's the pic!

Life's Cursed Tune

Life's Cursed Tune

The piano's playing a starting tune,

Filled with happiness and exciting views,

Slowly, softly it's turning mute,

What is this damned, cursed Prelude?

Softly, notes are being played,

Turning sadder in each slowing pace,

Enough of this, I desperately prayed,

It's hurting my head, making me craze!

Slowly my eyes are starting to glaze,

each note kills me as if hit by a mace,

Why am I in this solemn place?

Let me away! Haste!

Joying prelude, Crying end,

What can I do to actually mend?

The sadness planted within,

my frail heart, so unsettling.

A glimpse of paradise,

Is it suffice?

My life, is it determined by dice?

Thinking of it, makes my mind paralyzed.

Now my heart's reluctant to glow,

slowly, slowly, turning hollow.

Like the soft wind being blown,

sooner or later, forgotten, unknown.

Now the tune is coming to an end,

Calmly, sadly, take it like a man.

In this world there is no end,

To the miseries suffered by man.

random

Okay, so it was a friday, me and sean had chinese tuition.

 As usual, sean wasn't really into it. Then suddenly, he sat and tried as hard as he could to concentrate. 

I took up a pen, and inspiration came.

And i wrote a poem to describe sean. xD

Here it goes:

Trying hard to stay awake,

Struggling to concentrate,

Hesitate, 

This is the tuition taker's fate!

Grasping The Past

Fallen leaves,

helplessly blown away by the wind.

Does anyone remember how turgid they were?

On the branches,

 nothing could make them fall.

And now.

They fall and die.

Summer comes swiftly,

and leaves swiftly,

Nothing is left behind.

The Blooming Flowers, The Leafy trees

The Beauty, The Colours.

The Cheers, The Fire

The Happiness, The Adoration.

All gone.

What takes place are,

The Fallen leaves, The Dead trees.

The Dirty, The Monotony,

The Sad Howl, The Coldness,

The Loneliness, The Depression.

The warm sun that was once here,

left.

Leaving the freezing wind to break free.

And make the world cold.

All good things come to an end.

Dwelling at memory isle,

Grasping the past,

Not letting go.

Looking at the flower,

now dead.

How beautiful was it?

Beyond description.

Looking at the field,

Where are all the flowers?

Why didn't I savour that moment?

Now it's left.

How do i preserve a field of flowers?

How do i stop at that moment forever?

How do i turn everything back to how it was?

How do I undo, the wrong things that I did?

How do I undo the wrong things that I said?

The merciless wind's blowing,

and still I'm dwelling,

lingering,

at the past that has long left.

How do I let go of a flower?

That will never bloom again.

How do I unclench my hand, 

and let the past leave?

Puppet's Tear

Lying on his creator's hand, he was still. 

The creator was attaching him an arm. 

After fine and detail work, he was completed.

He opened his eyes.

A small hut he was in, made mostly out of logs,

evening sunlight shined in, making the whole hut shining with golden radiance.

The creator smiled at him, a heart-warming, genuine smile, saying to him:

I Love you, because you are special.

And he became unconcious. 

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When he woke up, and realised that he was in a tiny dark box.

'That dream again,' he thought.

The box shook, and the lid was opened.

Roughly without even a slightest amount of care,

the puppeteer took him out from the box and got it ready for the next puppet show.

What use would it do, for him to perform, when no one liked him?

Ugly wooden colour, scars, loose arm. It's no wonder no one liked him. 

And he perform the show.

His last show.

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The day after the puppet show ended, a new puppet took his place,

and he was thrown away.

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Lying beside a dumpster, in a dark corner. It was night already, the only light source was a dim tungsten light.

It was cold, shivering cold to be exact.

No one was on the streets, not even rats accompanied him.

He looked at the sky, the cloudy, starless sky, and sighed. 

He longed for the feeling of being loved again, just like how he felt in that dream of his,

just like when he was being created.

Beside the streets, he cried.

They say when a puppet cries, even the moon grieves.

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A small boy walked towards the dumpster,

he was filthy, and obviously short of actual clothes.

Beside the dumpster, he knelt down,

and asked the puppet:

'Why are you here?'

Still too young to understand that puppets don't talk, he continued:

'Are you left alone? like me?'

'Did ur mummy leave you? like my mummy left me?'

The boy tearing,

with his filthy hands, he rubbed his eyes, leaving more dirt on his face.

'Let's me carry you, and we can play together,'

the boy smiled, and took the puppet up,

held it tightly with both his soft, fragile hand.

Together they looked at the sky, and saw a star shining brightly, as if it's marking a new beginning.

The boy looked down the puppet and smiled, a heart-warming, genuine smile, and said:

'I Love you, because you are special.'

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BALD!

Today, I did something that I wouldn't have done a few months ago.

I detested it.

Yet now, I DID it.

xD

Sheesh, why so serious? (joker's line, dominic must be laughing now)

Anyway, today i went for a haircut, and made the barber cut a CREW CUT for me. Crew cut, as in no.2 hair style. xD

Which is like, i dunoe, half a cm long?

I told a few of my friends that I was going to get a crew cut,

then they asked. Why?

Why?

WHY?! 

Then I asked them to go get crew cut TOO!

 Then they sprinted away. xD

So here's the answer.

FOR FUN.

yeah,

you didn't read it wrong.

FOR FUN.

Just to get the thrill, to be exact, i've never experienced this, so i gave it a go. xD

Anyway, it hurts to see my hair get cut so much though. 

Well, i saw justin timberlake, david beckham, Daughtry, yeah, they have crew cuts TOO.

David

Justin T

Daughtry 

So, why not give it a go?

Anyway, i wanted it to be no.2, so i told the barber, 

and he was like:'huh? ur from Chung Ling rite? no.2 is for Heng Ee.' 

So I replied: 'yeah, i know'

Then he said again:are u sure? no.2 is REALLY short. 

Then I replied AGAIN : 'YES, i KNOW.'

Then he took out his shaver and said : no.2 har.

I was too lazy too reply. I said yes like a few dozen times d. sheesh.

Then after he cut a side of my head, he said: Here, this is no.2, so u want it to be same on ur whole head?

'yeah'

I mean, what do u expect?! u already finished half of it, if i say no, then It'd be worse! 

Half no.6, half no.2? no THANK YOU.

So i finished, and gave him rm7. and left, with a really light head.

Well, actually, the main purpose i  cut this hair so that i can train myself to be not so aware of my appearance, and how people see me.

Haih, i guess loads of people will freak out when they see me. xD

Anyway, here's my pic. ^^

 before, and after.

I know i look bad, but bear with it. i didn't cut this type to look good, so who cares. xD

Before

After

Ohyea, and before i forget, after i cut this hair, i sms-ed with one of my female good friend, then she was like, it doesn't matter how you look outside! just walk with confidence! 

hahaha, thanks for your encouragement. xD im really touched. ^^

3TA3 insights.

Today,

as usual, the class was in chaos.

It's normal, of course, but then something, a little bit 'unusual' happened.

We were having our 7th free period of the week, just doing our own things. Then suddenly Ernest dunoe why suddenly, got emo, or acted to be emo, and start yelling at people. I didn't listen to what he said...i mean yelled, of course. Then he started to yell and yell and yell until Benny also got emo and yelled at him. Then Pn. Soo came in. and guess what she did.

Yeah, u got it.

She yelled at us. 

and guess what again.

This time

both ernest and benny kept quiet.

Then after Pn.Soo went out, ernest started to grumble and talking emo-ly again, this time, our ALMIGHTY monitor jia hwa, yelled at him.

Sheesh! What's with all those yelling-s ?!

What has the world become these days?

and btw, to the A3s who likes to act-emo, it's stupid and childish and irritating.

Yes dominic, I'm talking about you.

Yes, you.

Anyway, that's practically what happened today.

*yells*

xD

-Max-

Caged Clown

Caged Clown

Black and White,

No colours in sight.

Clowning outside,

Crying inside.

Always with a mask,

From Dawn to Dusk.

Concealing, Revealing,

Not my right to ask.

Like a Puppet I'm Controlled.

Controlled to run, or to stroll.

Never to whine, nor to scowl,

Inside the cage, never to be known.

Outside the windows, white clouds float.

How blue is the sky?

Never was I told.

Maybe someday, I might know,

When someone saves me and my miserable soul.

Mask

He woke up.

A table, a chair and a cup of water, he saw.

Another day.

He touched his face, a mask.

How long has it been? He thought.

I don't even remember it myself.

A black and white world he lived in, with his mask, he has always been.

Everyday, he wears a mask.

And the mask changes when he talks to different people.

To some people, it turns to different appearance.

Some, shape.

And so on.

When he smiled,

the mask showed it.

When he cried,

so did it.

The mask shows every expression he showed.

But with different appearance to different people.

Why? He thought.

Maybe to suit various kinds of people, friends.

Loving to see people smile.

He tried his best, to make his friends smile.

His friends used to wear masks.

But not anymore.

Since they met someone, they can actually show their true emotions, true self,

they didn't need any mask to suit others already.

For only to the person they have to care about.

And so their mask shattered without them knowing,

it turned to beautiful, colourful dust, 

and revealing themself.

And so their life turned colourful.

He was always on the bridge,

staring at his friends,

one by one,

they didn't need masks anymore.

He saw happiness,

He loved to see his friends happy.

But still, a feeling of sadness and loneliness still struck him,

because he does,

have a human heart.

He was told once to believe,

and to wait patiently,

for the time would come when someone would make his mask shatter.

He believed,

and so he waited.

One day,

maybe one day,

someone would come into his life,

and make it beautiful,

colourful.

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Inspirations came from a song.

-Max-

Sunday!

Since i was form 1, i have'nt attended church d.

So my friend Sean, invited me to his church,

so i went to try it out.

Turned out it was quite nice, the things they talked about was quite good, so i guess i'll stick to that church now. xD

Anyway, then Yong Xiang asked me to join them (the church's youth)  for sports in the afternoon, had nothing to do, so i went.

They games they played were sports i rarely play.

First Game : Frisbee . 

Second Game: Captain Ball

Okayyy....anyone thinks basketball is tiring?

Well, you won't think so after playing frisbee.

Anyway, i didn't know how to play at first, then Sean, Daniel, Brian and Yong Xiang thought me the rules. And sean taught me how to throw. xD Thx guys! 

Then we had a match, i totally sucked in that match. i think i missed the frisbee for like 6 times. T.T 

Sorry guys! 

In the end, i think our team lost. Hahaha, probably thanks to me. xD

Anyway, later we played captain ball. This, i've tried a few times when i was std 5.

Anyway, it was quite fun. 

Just when i was high! guess what.

My mum came.

sheesh.

Anyway, she heard it wrongly, i said 7, she thought i said 6. 

Well, anyway, it's okay la.

I really had fun that day! Thanks Guys! xD

-Max-