Talking Cad!

no one could rival her beauty nor intellect
for only she spoke with such formal tact
purely the attraction to her wasnt lust
her perfection would make that cause unjust

her fair skin radiates such youth that blinds
her mannerism was such that blew minds
indeed no one else was like her or even close
peering at her countenance likened to an opiate’s dose

truthfully no words or poem can ever describe her
for her perfection was beyond what words can confer
some would say that apotheosis went over the line
yet the need is uncalled for as she was already divine.

everywhere people are dying
children are starving
corpses are lying
problems are not solving
the economy is depressing
money is declining
the world is ending
mother earth is dying

there is no time for crying.

Be godly. Earn money. Stay happy.

There are many things out there that hinder us from bonding with God, hinder us from staying happy.

I say, lets just take everything in my stride, and leave the rest to Him. No more silly nightmares please.

always when mummy said daddy told lies
i treated her like a cow’s tail swishing flies
her point never fully driven into my ears
till  pain and suffering developed into tears

he had always thought that money was love
to provide food on the table was  placed above
you gotta realize daddy, that isnt what a family is
even the sisters start to realize things are amiss

perhaps one day daddy, you will open up and see
how much you are tormenting the family and me
all you do is to rob the family of  happiness and glee
injecting agony and misery into this so-called family.

as the insecurities strike, the realization to grow up has never been so overbearing.

WTF?!

it was a beautiful white  lie told to his face
to protect their lovely  freedom from him
she thought he would get through the phase
right now things may not be what they seem

it was a beautiful white lie told to her face
so that she would get by on her own pace
yet neither of the lovely couple knew that
all they did was hurt everyone they met

it was a beautiful lie told to their faces
to evade the painful glares and maces
perhaps this time they could, should elope
delivering others redemption and hope

it was a beautiful lie told to silly old me
yet i knew it was dark, sinful and hardly white
when i chanced upon the truth, it robbed me of glee
falling into the swirling darkness, void of all righteous light.

IB exams ended on 16/11/2009, monday for me. strangely, i dont feel liberated. i feel lethargic, and lacking in stamina to endure even a normal day. i dont feel like rolling on my bed, neither do i feel like going out. im just sian.

on a nicer note, maybe i should start studying in preparation for english Hl nov 2010 IB exams. ahhh, geps.

i think im screwed for history hl. fml.

ever since psle in primary 6, i havent really been studying… until now. when i was 12, i dreamt of a bright future, a job that could earn me my condo, car, credit card before i hit 30. the prelim results have presented me the harsh, brutality of reality. indeed, a great leap forward would be necessary. pray for me.