Thursday, January 1, 2009

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Hope

Dedicated to Ms Takahashi

Hope the setting sun shines as bright
as the smile you always give me.
Hope the moon wanes as slowly
as the time we spend together.

Hope the stars twinkle as shining
as your eyes will always be.
Hope the night breeze whispers
words we exchange with each other.

Hope this magical night of brilliance
never fades in your life.
And hope that one day,
you shine brighter than the brightest star,
in the dark of my life.

Smile even when it hurts,
Shine even when it's dark,
Soar even when the sky's high,
Because it's hope that gives you wings to fly.

Hope will always come.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Farewell

Dedicated to 2008 2 Zhong classmates and teachers, 2006 6K (though it's a little late) and everyone who has stuck with me until the end.

Across the horizon the sun is setting.
Sun beam turns from bright to dim,
the sea turns from rough to calm,
as though giving our feeling of uncertainty,
a chance to bring themselves out.

From far the trees are rustling,
playing the song we once sang together,
whispering words we used to encourage each other.
Will we stay in each other's arms and dance forever?

In the night breeze our memories are drifting.
A collection of unspoken promises,
and a love we'll never forget,
sink slowly into our hearts.

Hand in hand we have walked the whole journey,
till the crossroad where we have to part.
The stars and moon are appearing,
it is a magical night filled with brilliance.
I walk into the shadows and lapse into darkness.

Farewell.
May your life blossom when the sun comes out again.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Crossroad

I stand facing the crossroad,
unsure if I should leave you behind,
or follow behind you.

going to newfoundland,
has always been what I wanted.
Now I stand facing the crossroad,
unsure if that's true.

Doubts start flooding my mind.
I don't know if I should do this,
to you who has supported me all along.
I don't know how much it'd hurt you,
I don't know how much lost you have to feel,
I don't know if I'd ever see you again.

All I know is
no matter how much I benefit from my choice,
it'd never make up for how much you grieved over it.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Lights Out

I feel that my enthusiasm, spirit and well everything towards academics have diminished. No, they haven't disappear completely, which is a good thing I suppose. I wonder, if I stay in secondary school till 18, what will happen to myself? I don't want what is predicted to happen to happen, yet I can't bring it on myself to prevent it from happening.

Compared to last year, it is very apparent that I'm quite withdrawn in many class affairs. Last year, I could memorize everyone's class number in like a day or two, but not this year. Why? I simply am not interested in doing so. I'm not taking the initiative to do anything, I hardly ever volunteer to help do anything in class. I feel rotten though, yet I don't do anything to change it. Irony huh? Perhaps not, if you've heard the whole story about my life from the beginning of this year.

Another very apparent one. I was always interested in math competitions, all sorts of competitions. Now, I've quit my math team. Why? I don't have the enthusiasm nor the mood to join any competitions anymore. I don't feel the sense of accomplishment in winning anymore. So why waste my energy still doing all these? I just quit. Period. Even though I told my teacher it's because of timing. Well that's partly true.

Anyway where has all my energy and spirit gone to? Sports. Yup, you heard right. Since I don't need to work hard to achieve in academics, why not spend my excess energy from boredom in school in sports? I've like taken up so many sports that my schedule is crammed and sometimes I do get drained out. But it's rewarding to see myself improve from time to time with all the efforts I've put in, unlike academics where I don't have to put in much or any effort at all.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Flight

I stand on the edge of the cliff,
overlooking the sky which stretches across.
I open my hands,
and soar up into the air.
I fly on and on,
until someone catches me.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

My six-word memoirs

Hope and faith come through tears.