And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I’ve lived till now
I tell them I don’t know

Counting Days with Fingers..

Why?
Have you had good night sleep?
Everyone’s looking forward to it
Hanging onto hope
Wonderful dream
Away from reality
Away from life
For eternity
For temporary
Listen. The bedside desk
An empty wine bottle
An empty hot chocolate glass
Trace of lips still can be found
Scattered sleeping pills
He is still
rolling in his bed
Agony. Impatience. Bad-tempered.
He wishes if he is dead
Knock his wounded head onto the wall
Blood stain, splashes.
like fallen ketchup
Fainted. Dead. With big grin
“Thank you”
Last words recorded on his facsimile.

Wouldn’t it be better, if falling asleep naturally?
“No!”
“Wait is excruciating process.”
“I rather be dead”
That war in Iraq
haunted him every night.
No matter how many showers taken.
No matter how many pills swallowed.
IT just won’t budge.
IT just won’t leave.
He fought
For a good night sleep
For every soul he has sworn to save
For every kid who dreamt of peaceful home
For the end of that war
He fought well
but unworthy,
untruthful,
wasted.
They spitted on him
Blames did he not put on others.
Dreams did he all dream of.
Fight or Fly?
A good man’s soul
can never be buried away
His vision
His color-faded vision
Black and white
Only can he see
Love, passion, cheer
Would soak him well

One good news
could keep him livelier

One sweet dream
is the only thing that kept him alive
the only hope he can hang onto.

Look into the sky
The light travels 8 minutes
To reach our eyes
The star blinking
Far away
From thousands and millions years ago
Spend me some days
Give me my dream
Take away all troughs and crests
Wait is excruciating

There are so many things that I need to take care of.
UK’s offer, McGill’s offer, NUS acceptance, NTU acceptance, ANU acceptance, Perhentianh trip, ASEAN scholarship interview, Talk for the incoming lower sixers, tuitions, etc, etc, etc… I’m suffocating now. I have to submit my essay by Sunday. What am I going to write about the “Proudest Achievement” in my life? Hell, I have any great achievement? Somebody tell me. I’m not going to include my WONDERFUL results. That’s just ridiculous. I have to put in other things. Gosh, somebody save me.

I think I’ll just write about my Greenage Heroes. Here goes:

The proudest thing in my life. This topic has been haunting me for the past several months. This is because I don’t even know when I’m proud?

I’m sure that
All the flying colors results
All the certificate of achievements I’ve earned from various competitions
They have never been my proudest
I’ve always looking for
Wandering about how is I going to satisfy myself
Not with all the champions
But something else

This quest for pride deep inside my heart
Has persisted until I went to my pre-u program
During my senior high school
I was appointed as the Project Manager for an Environmentalism movement in the school.
The appointment was largely owed to my enthusiasm in environmental issues
All this while
I’m aware of the global warming effect has raised to red alert
If this deteriorating phenomenon is not to be put a halt to it
The world is going to doomed
However the awareness in me before this does not encourage me even a bit to do something
Until such appointment,
I look into the issue much seriously
I found that no matter what kind of activities
Competitions
They can’t really instill the green value in the students
No matter how many speeches done on every Thursday
We could still find food remnants in the recycle bin
Some even spit in it
The new recycle bins were even vandalized
All such happenings occur
Saddens us all