chasing dreams

facing reality

Down once more
[info]freedom_galore
to the dungeon of my great despair.

2 MORE PAPERS TO GO  

numbed though I cldn't integrate. Its okay, life's great. But could do better with more sleep. 9 hours in 2 days. Body's 3/4 the way to breaking point! ONE MORE DAY TO HIBERNATION! Then its war time with LA. 

good night people! My lovely body clock has turned me into a PANDA. =( unglam

Edit\
I wish my brain is like a Hard disk. 
it would read disk full now.
and i would right click MAS 113
Delete. 
Right Click MAS 214 copy, paste.
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GO AND DIE MEL
[info]freedom_galore
I SET 5 FREAKING ALARMS and THEY DIDN'T RING. 
6.00am
6.10am
6.15am
6.20am
6.30am

AND I WOKE UP AT 9.17.


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PANIC
[info]freedom_galore
NO MORE CALMNESS.

わかりません
我不知道
JE NE SAIS PAS
I DON'T KNOW 

do you sense it? PANIC
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The other world
[info]freedom_galore
Poem 041409

The other world 

Did you see the lizard
silently watching the world
from it's upside down poise?
Did you see the cat
stretching lazily 
watching the world go by?
Did you see the old man
with his dark grey cap 
reflecting upon his life gone by?
Did you see the clouds in the sky,
in their hues of silverish blue
floating with the silent breeze?
Whilst you were hurrying to get on with your life,
did you see the other world
you left behind?

a pig, me )
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normal
[info]freedom_galore
Okay I'm finally back to normal. Normal as in I went to sleep at 4 and fell asleep soon after! And i managed to wake up at 10 for breakfast, came back and fell asleep once more! Feeling great now! Being able to sleep and taste. 

Paper later. 

Ciao. 

私わ今朝卵とパンをたべました。
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The clock
[info]freedom_galore
in my body is spoilt. I feel so awake at 5pm and feel dead in the morning. I sleep at godly hours never before 5.30am. like seriously. And not that I want it okay. roar. 

And I woke up and found that my tastebuds were 3/4 dead don't ask me why. I thought I couldnt taste my milk because of my tooth paste, apparantly not. I ate my lunch and could barely taste it. Was so dizzy, ditzy. Oh wells and at 5pm suddenly my body seemed to have mended itself totally. I am super super awake now, and I can taste my sweet. 

RAWR.  

luckily my paper is at 5pm tomorrow the time where my body awakes. =x
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Brain-DEAD
[info]freedom_galore
Oh my, the same situation repeated itself last night and I slept at godly hours and woke up at almost the same time. The same monotonous cycle repeated itself but this time had dinner at pioneer, got a lift back to hall put my stuff down and collapsed and was dead to the world till now.

Why did I bother waking up? I have not brushed my teeth nor bathed.

And I MUST really changed my image. A friend messaged me and was like " You collapsed already?" Like oh my how would he know. And remember the post about my hall friends knowing exactly when I was sleeping. LOL whatever. I shall continue being a pig, me.

I feel my eye lids drooping already, but the laundry's not done and I've still got Jap to do. I smell the start of my exams. And I also smell the end. I was complaining to Zhong after dinner and he scolded me cause I only have 1 wk 1 day more to go. Using Sy's quote "Go you". Yea "Go me". 

And I'm really glad for the friends who meet me at Old can A practically daily since last week, and zhong for da paoing lunch to save me from Macs yest and today, for driving me to and from hall whenever he had the car (saved me from scaling the mountains), and for teaching a retarded me whatever I didn't know. 

Rawr. Brain-deaded. 

Quote of the day (actually from a song I heard on radio) : I-t-a-l-y I trust and love you. 

cool. Singapore is too unromantic a place for such things to be come up with. oh wells. Go you, go me, go everyone! 
 

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huh, study, again?
[info]freedom_galore
insomnia for close to 3 hours.
woke up at 11.30
going to school to study.
yet again.
calculus again.
LA again.
rawr 
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Linear Algebra, u and v and W(e)
[info]freedom_galore
 W(e)

I am V
You are U
Together I plus you
we make W
No matter how much weight I gain
lets call it k (kg)
or how much you gain
kV and kU
I am still V and You are still U
added together we still make W.
Without you, I'm all alone 
zero plus me, I am just U
Without me, 
zero plus you, you are just V.
If you didn't exist, I'd be all alone being a empty shell
like zero(V) = 0
If I didn't exist, you'd too just be nothing
like zero(U) = 0
There are times I am negative, 
but U and a negative me we still make W.
so don't leave me, 
even if one day my polarity changes. 
For U and V must be closed forever, 
for W to exist
whether we add, or we multiply and fuse as 1.

OMG OMG OMG. MELISSA WHATS HAPPEN TO YOU. LIKE FREAK? ARE YOU MAD. off to do somemore LA


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my old poetry, dug up
[info]freedom_galore
 Was talking to a friend online bout writing and blogging. Dug up some of my old poems and really want to keep them well. 

Period: Sec 4-J1
1.
falling leaves from the old oak tree,
bear the memories carved deep in your hearts.
rooted to the ground
despite the stormy seasons.

Raking up the leaves,
like the never ending memories,
dreams of yesterday 
coming true tomorrow.

A new day ahead,
brings us a thousand miles ahead,
walking in the sand,
leaving our footprints behind.

I always thought i was alone,
till i looked behind
realising that instead of one pair of footprints 
there were about 5. 

In the times where solitude came,
the candles lighted up my heart,
for me to see where i was going.
the flame that always melted the coldness in my heart.

2.
I ask you why,
you kept very quiet,
i asked you how,
silence again.
i ask you if i could leave,
you said its easier to survive.
I asked the lord for guidance,
and echo doesnt bounce back.
Now i understand that Faith does not exist in this world,
the lamp can never be fully lited up,
the wind would blow it out,
the glass shatters
the world tumbles
gravity pulls everything down.
My soul is playful,
running away from me as always.
i can't find it,
and neither can i be bothered too,
if it was never mine it would never return.
My only wish is to escape.

3. (this is damn morbid)
as the blastings shred through my mind,
darkness was what i felt
bloodshed ahead of me
Bright like the lightning
boomed like the thunder
And i stood alone all by myself
the rest were flat on the ground....
dead.


4.
Its just the irony of life,
to wish you were blind to the pain and sorrow,
to wish that life was just so perfect.
When I just want to cry,
but you just had to leave me.
When i just wanted to fly Up high,
it just seems so impossible.
When the sky seems so dark,
where theres nothing called a rainbow.
When I just needed you,
Where were you?
Left alone in a place so unknown.
Where are the angels you promised me?


5.
Oh teacher, oh teacher.

Is that greek you are trying to teach me?

I am just a foreigner who just came out of lala land.

Oh teacher, oh teacher,

why do you seem to like the letters

x and y?

Are they the sacred letters of god?

Oh teacher of teacher,

Please translate what you are saying,

I really do not understand

because i am drifting back to lala land.

6.the withered rose

 

 
The rose has withered,
the petals have fallen,
There's nothing left
other than the thorns.
Leave,
for it doesn't exist anymore.
It doesn't glow under the moonlight
its lost its lustness of red.
Its dead.



Unknown period (about when I was 15/16?)

Hope

About what we all want...
What is this shimmer we all await, 
when the curtains of darkness fall upon us? 
What is this ray that we all anticipate, 
during this cold and terrifying storm? 
What is this thing 
that we all cling on to even at the brink of death? 
But, does it really exist?

Death Of The Soul

Well, just feel this way…
I'm dead, 
inside me. 
My heart shattered into a million pieces, 
never to be fixed. 
Do you hear the cry of my heart, 
wanting love, 
wanting happiness 
that would never cross my path. 
The soul trudges behind the body, 
tired and weary.

Suicide

This is a girl’s poem after committing suicide…
To whom could I tell my sorrows to, 
on whose shoulder could I cry on? 
Seventeen years is enough 
to see the darker side of this earth. 
Today is just yesterday's tomorrow, 
that failed to bring more hope. 
The people I called my friends, 
shunned me when I was all alone. 
No one there to 
hear me shout within me, 
and see me shed the silent tears. 
I have swum in a pool of darkness 
far long enough 
than my little heart can stand. 
They think they understand, 
but in actual fact they don't. 
Now it’s past the point of no return, 
do not grieve, 
do not mourn, 
let me lie on a bed of white roses, 
and return home to the lord.

My world of darkness

This is what I’m feeling now, somewhat suicidal too…
Welcome to my world, 
where everything seems dark, 
where not even the sun can bring light, 
everything you see is pitch black. 
I'm held captive, 
in the jail of my mind, 
where silence is the language, 
of my world.

The person inside her

It’s all about me faking my real feelings…
They saw her smile, 
bright and cheery, 
every morning, everyday. 
They thought she was the person they saw everyday. 
She wanted to shout, 
she wanted to cry, 
The person inside her, 
Wore a sad face under a mask of happiness. 

The person inside her 
knew that they were wrong, 
The person inside her 
wanted to cry out loud. 
They saw her laugh, 
they saw her grin. 
They saw her as a happy girl, 
who was bright and happy. 

The person inside her 
wanted to tell them they were wrong, 
the person inside her just did not understand, 
and wanted to tell them that was who she was. 
the very person inside her

明天

 

 
生活的最终目的就是死。
岁月是残醋的,
在这世上生纯了十六年,
只看到了许多痛苦悲伤。
我就是无情,
我已经失去了知觉,
匆匆忙忙的过着生活,
也不知道自己在做什么。
你能告诉我吗?
生活到底是为了什么?

She
The first streaks of the morning sun
shone through the window,
Piercing her eyes sharply.
It reminded her of the angst, agony and hatred
burning inside her.
Like a fireball churning and churning,
exploding any moment soon.
Yet she still lay silently
as if waiting for her prey.
To be hurt many times by that carving knife
she is resistant to somemore hurt
and waiting to take her sweet revenge.

幸福

 

 
幸福是设么?
我望着天空,
看到的只是黑黑的乌云。
心中突然有一股冷冷的感觉。
我领悟了,
我寻找多年的快乐,
其实是不存在的。
我感到很疲倦,
我累了,
不要再逼我走下这漫长的路。
我已经看透了着可恶的世界,
小时候所想象的世界,
是多么美丽啊!
但那只是天真的,
是虚假的。
我不相信永恒,
我不相信奇迹,
我的心已经死了。
啊,让我走吧!

It's yesterday once more.

Help me get out of yesterday's tears
To embrace today with smiles.
Why are my yesterdays always filled with tears?
Yet you can get along life as though nothing has happened?
Why can't i forget about yesterday?
The yesterday that caused so much pain in me.
Why can't i just forget
the agonising days?
hate looking back at the path i took,
And i dread to look ahead,
for all surrounding me
are mountainshills and valleys.
Storms surrounding me with black clouds hovering above me.
i look down and i see myself threading on thin ice.
I am now just a few inches
away from the ledge.
I wish i had wings to fly
out of the hell i am in.
Where love doesn't exist in my dictionary,
where happiness is just a stranger.
Where solitude engulfs me,
where i can't find the door to get out.
I am where everything is crashing down on me
somewhere you have never seen.
I chose to get out of your life
you may never seem to understand why.
Its because you don't know what i am chained to
and i don't want you to be trapped
in this dreaded maze like me. 
I wish i could leave the world
now.


The tears hidden
because of the raindrops falling on her face.
The pain so intense
that it numbs the heart.
Hidden within her
is yet another stranger.
Schubert's serenade strikes a chord
a familiarity that only the heart knows.
She knows this can't carry on anymore,
but the more she tries to pull away
the more the feeling doesn't leave.
It is the leaves of the past
that keeps the spirit going.
But she is,
losing herself.

Period (After Alevels)

the seashell's lament.
 
listen, to the soft sounds of the wind,
listen, to the shell sing.
the wave washes it ashore
only to pull it back to the depths of the seabed.
it cries, hoping not to be buried under the coarseness of the sand.
listen, to the shell's lament.


depression

 
the past was dark,
dabbling in fear and sorrow,
if angels had not extended their hands,
perhaps in heaven she would be now.

the present is uncertain,
surrounded by smoke and mirrors,
her reflection she does not recognise,
but she stands rooted amongst a storm.

the future she thinks not,
fumbling to get her foothold upon the dreams,
she sought to reach but too far high above they are,
residing within the castle in the clouds.

enjoy~~


 
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