Belletristic.

Belle of the Ball.

Like uncharted territory, i wanna' dwelve deep.
Deeper into your hair and possibly reveal.
All that you truly are when you're fast asleep.
Do miracles exist, and can time really stand still.

I deliberate and i investigate.
The flames engulf you, the cold reminds you.
Is it true love or do you just infatuate.
All of them men, even some women are in love with you too.

The grass, the oh so green grass.
And as you prance around in your blue dress.
Trees turn to stone and the seas freeze to glass.
Even the eagles land and to you they all confess.

A new life she brings to all who breathe her in.
Her smile, her name and even her hands.
Within her atmosphere, something extraordinary begins.
These wars and hatred are all just pretend.

I've always suspected and i've always claimed.
You hold and uncanny resemblance to the special someone.
Who visits me in dreams with self-proclaimed fame.
You tease me, you please me, you should know it isn't fun.

Among these people, between these walls.
Here she wanders and there she creeps.
She's the brightest there is, she's the Belle of the Ball.
But never a day, will she fall into the deep.

For should that day come.
Our hopes and dreams would cease to exist.
Something catches in her throat, all dirty and lumped.
As she falls, we'll grasp her firmly in our fists.

For should her blue dress turn black.
She'd make us repair it with more than just glue.
And if her pumps go all greyish and slack.
She'd turn us into filthy rags, smelly likes shoes.

So now i must confess with no time to spare.
Would she be there to swim the blue seas.
Without concern and without despair.
For now i must depart, to put my soul at ease.

To battle her demons, and conquer my fears.
Of losing the battle, and never return.
For if that were so, i hope she actually tears.
Proof of her love that will always, always burn.

Tenderfoot.

Remember this picture KS? Found it buried in a long-forgotten-folder under a tub of computerscopic dust. I think that's your triple-nippled cousin in the background.

Having re-entered my house after going down to get a drink from the vending machine at a little past midnight, i locked the gate quietly. I'd woken up at about the same time with a sudden and immense craving for Mountain Dew and one eye glued shut from lying face down in bed. As i sat down in the kitchen, i could hear the distinct grunts of a horny gecko failing in it's attempt to attract a suitable mate. I slowly sipped my refreshment and the craving gradually dissapated. Without any prior warning whatsoever, i was strucky by an idea so profound that it put Einstein's E equals MC Square hypothesis to shame. Pouring what remained of my carbonated drink into Ivory's water bowl and watching her lap it up like a dog(haha?), i decided to put my idea into writing. Lying on my bed, elbows propped up and stopping blood flow to my hands, i whipped out my iPhone and activated application "Notebook". And thus i began doing something i had never even contemplated doing before, write a poem. As i racked my brains and quietly in the presence of my brother's steady breathing upstairs(bunk-bed) composed the poem that would propel me to poetic stardom, my poem slowly but surely began to take shape and meaning. As i put the finishing touches to my new past-midnight hobby, i read aloud the sentences to myself, making corrections where i saw fit. Hitting the "Done" button, my poem was saved, a series of 10 short "four-sentenced" paragraphs, forever in place. I would have full ownership of my work and would rip apart, from head to toe, anyone who dared to pry it from my grasp. As i marvelled at my work, like God did when he created the Universe as told in the bible, i couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude to the gassy drink that woke me from my otherwise unfruitful slumber and would have resulted in me never writing the first of what would be 5 "Poems Past Midnight". To the drink that shocked my tastebuds with it's awesome sweetness and sheer force of cold that numbed my fingers. Thank you Mountain Dew and it's manufacturers. I'll remember to promote your drink once i've reached International Acclaim, heck i'll even do commercials for free as long as it involves me downing gallon after gallon of your famous drink or me swimming in a sea of dew, surrounded by mountain-sharks.

P.S : Sorry you had to read all that nonsensical wish-wash, and if you got to this point and understood everything prior to this, i applaud your notable achievement. And if you're wondering why you don't see any poem in this post, after my crazy-madman-ranting about Mountain Dew and it's inspirational properties. Fret not because i'm still pondering a suitable title for my first self-composed poem. :\

Lugubrious.

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Thank you friends, a simple chat with you makes my day.

There you are with your perfect way, you've got that little shine in your eyes. To hear one word would make my day, but there's no room for me in your life. I try to move on but your perfect way has got this kid at heart on his knees and asking why. This world keeps spinning as my heart stops beating, is there still no room inside?

How perfect everything could be, but you won't give us a try.

Muse.

She defies the Law of Gravity, rewrites the Principle of Unintended Consequences and fissures Equilibrium.

Yesyes, that's how awesome you are.

P.S : If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile.

Pulchritude.

Her hair as smooth as velvet, delectable like honey.
Skin like porcelain, all bouncy and aglow.
Her face like a hamster's, dainty as a crepe.
Her eyes shining like a supernova, blinding her lovers and spellbinding the rest.
Wish i could see her smile, those pearly whites the essence of ivory.

Wish i were with you but i couldn't stay, every direction leads me away.
Facing the mirror, you look the same, just looking for shelter from the cold and the pain.
Echoes and silence, patience and grace, all of these feelings i'll never replace.

People i've loved, i have no regrets. Some i'll remember, some i'll forget.

Husky.

Blame it on the poor ancestry, lousy lineage or simply bad luck. But you'll never find a Siberian Husky in Singapore with eyes like the one in the picture, unless it was imported from overseas, like for example the United States. Eyes of such a blue hue, they seem almost human. It's like they're looking at you, and they understand your body language, comprehending every word escaping your mouth.

Man's best friend huh?

True, true.

ChompChomp.

The past few days have been wonderful, even with the untimely suspension of my handphone line(thanks mum, i hate you).

Tardiness has always been a problem of mine, and it showed once again when i arrived at Pasir Ris Interchange almost an hour late. Thank you Jiawen, KS and Zengting for putting up with my lack of discipline.

We could already feel the effects of the blistering heat from the unforgiving sun as we met Norvan, who got off at the wrong bus-stop which in turn led to the entire group walking further under the scorching sun, each step sapping away precious energy from the wells of our bodies. As we somehow reached the entrance to the dog farms, we were already sweating profusely. But the sight of those little bundles of joy barking at anyone they saw, jumping up and down as if they could escape from their metal cages, invigorated us, revitalised us. And so the journey continued, deeper and deeper into the unknown. With each puppy Zengting saw, temptation grew gradually until she could no longer contain it. Yet there was nothing she could do, 21 years old meant 21 years old, poor girl.

KS : Hopefully won't get sunburnt sia..
Christian : I've never been sunburnt before actually.
Norvan : I also never.. *after 5 seconds* What's sunburn?
KS : Fuck you, sunburn also don't know!
Norvan : Isit the skin peel off that one?
Christian : You know you still ask, what the hell..
Norvan : Oh chey..
*KS and Christian shake their head in disbelief at Norvan's stupidity*

ChompChomp was absolutely awesome. Stingray coupled with the killer shrimp sauce that stung your tastebuds beyond recognition, GongGong and the task of prying the meat out of the shells, LaLa(i think) and the spicy sambal sauce which Norvan couldn't take and resulted in him downing the entire jug of Sugar Cane in record time and who can forget the sumptuous carrot cake, right KS?

All in all, a wonderful day spent with the most wondrous of friends. May we be together for a long time to come! [:

KS, my blog is NOT dead!

A-E-I-Owned-You.

My life is one big boring..

Somebody saaaaaaaaaave me, y'know like the song by Remy Zero?

I wanna' write something profound, but i'm not in my thinking chair right now, so i guess it'll have to wait.

Counting down, tomorrow with friends.

Trepidation.

The choices come in fruitful abundance, if only i could make it.

Veterinary Science. Visual Communication. Hospitality and Tourism Management. Mass Communication. Clean Energy. Not to forget the multitude of Business courses.

ARGH.

Extended Absence.

After leaving TP's Open House, went to Loyang where Norvan's Golden Retriever, Goldver, was located. Played with the little rascal, took him for a walk then brought him back. Jia Wen, Zeng Ting and KS were all there. Then they decided to come over to my place to see Ivory. Took her for a walk at East Coast Park, had dinner at Subway. Found out many new things, especially about Zengting, things which KS gladly told me much to the dismay and complaints of the victim!

Friends are mediocre, true friends are a treasure of immense proportions and should be treated with respect and the utmost care. I'll be joining you guys in TP for sure, just wait!

Dog-walking session soon guys!

Run.

True friends are indeed scarce, like your inner beauty.

Pure deception and lies to bury previous ones.

The plagues of locusts devour the last remnants of honesty.

With you it's never your needs just your wants.

Daybreak.

Something was bound to go right sometime today, all these broken pieces fit together to make a perfect picture of us. It got cold and dark so suddenly and it rained. Rained so hard the two of us were the only thing that we could see for miles and miles. Yet in the middle of the flood i felt your worth, when you held on to me like i was your little life raft, please know that you were mine as well. Drops of water hit the ground like God's own tears and spread out into shapes like salad bowls and basin and buckets for bailing out the flood. As motionless cars rust on driveways and curbs, you take off your raincoat and stretch your arms, and i welcome you into my house. And the sun shines onces again.

Firebrand.

Crimson hair like the flames of the fiery Sun, her delicious lips a scarlet red made lust creep into the hearts of everyone. Simply by being where she was, the boys would cower in her presence. Wrecking havoc wherever she went, destroying egos and leaving the unworthy behind. A weak and tattered soul was all that remained of a man who tried to get the better of her. Mercy was not a word in her vocabulary, neither was forgiveness when the time of reconciliation was at hand. Destructive as she was, her beauty and grace stretched far beyond the realms of humanity and into that of fantasy. Never had a creature as fine as herself graced these lands, for she was from a figment of every man's imagination. She would swoop down when you slept, re-igniting the passion of the unpassionate, rekindling the love of the unloved, for she would hold you in her sweet sweet arms when you wept. Her mesmerizing eyes pierced the very soul of thee, for she would see in a man, or boy, the love he held for her. Her enchanting smile could calm even the angriest of giants, her hypnotising laughter was the loveliest of sounds to behold. She came and rained flames of fury on everyone, playing pianos filled with flames, on empty rings around the Sun. But alas, she came with one too many pseudonyms and aliases that no man could ever claim her as his own. She is simply, the Firebrand.

A thousand other boys could never reach you, how could i have been the one?

Stay for a moment?

Weddings are so.. i don't know. They make you think alot y'know? About when your own matrimonial day will be, when you'll find that person that'll be holding your hand through sickness and health, and whatever the vows include. That's what i thought about yesterday's wedding at Chijmes, oh well..

Fun fact : Jessie can't drink liquor although she claims she can.

Magician.

She could change into anything she wanted, a butterfly, a bat or even a bulldog depending on her mood, which was really happy or really sad. But whether happy or sad, she was always pretty. Pretty like a daffodil, which she could not change into no matter how hard she tried. But she didn't need to, because daffodils were only one color, golden yellow, and she was all the colors of the garden.